Work Text:
For Pomni.
Sticks and Bones
I am made
Of sticks and bones
And all I do is hurt you.
My words are knives
My tongue is sharp
And all I do is hurt you.
My grin is fake
My actions cruel
But I don't want to hurt you.
I'll never say it
'Till my dying day
But I'm sorry that I hurt you.
-Jax
