Austin Price, Editor in Chief
Being broken is a fairytale
There’s a beauty
There’s a beast
There’s a rose
And there’s thorns
There’s not a clear hero
And there’s not a clear villain
The lines are crossed
And the ink is smudged
When you’re broken
You excel in deception
You are a master of disguise
You are the ultimate antihero
Some people love you
Some people hate you
Some people root for you
And some people hunt you down
Like in every good story, when you’re broken, you have conflict
There’s a fight between good and evil
A constant battle in fighting for your life
While rejecting the all too tempting thought of death
While there is a once upon a time
There’s no happily ever after
Because we don’t know what comes ever after
And more importantly, we don’t want to know what comes after
When you’re broken you can’t think about ever after
You can’t think about a happy ending
All you can think is now
All you can do is now
When you’re broken, there’s no knight in shining armor
There’s no prince waiting to whisk you away
Instead, there’s a beast
A viscous, selfish, egotistical, manipulative beast
This beast feeds on the broken
It devours every shattered piece
And slurps up every sliver of hope
It gnaws on the bones that are cracked
And chews on the stingy meat around them
The beast is tricky
The beast is smart
It knows who is the best prey
And knows who is looking to be saved
The beast is not a savior
The beast is not a hero
The beast is simply someone else who’s broken
The beast is someone who already lost the fight
When the beast hunts, they look to destroy what they once had
They look to kidnap the joy and innocence of another precarious object
A fragile human, that will be easy to break
Their favorite meal, is one that is all too familiar