Stalin of the School Yard
Roman, the Stalin of the schoolyard. Iron grasp on life, no
make believe is tolerated. In a democracy of his friends, the
dictator is clearly known. 5”11’ with eyes of pale emeralds, a soul
of scars which acts as a mirror for his exterior. Always
fearlessness etched in his visage, no smiles to be cracked, no
emotion is apparent when Roman faces off with a first world
problem, in a room of cheer he is a pillar of stone. Many have
tried to scrape the layers and layers of dead passion off, with
no progress to be made. Love is something Roman
experiences, but you’ll never know. All that is apparent to
Roman is that there is no getting caught up in new
inconveniences, just like a shark, who never stops moving.
There are many Romans, all with a past to run from; our
Roman is an especially broken Roman. Brought into the world
short an unshattered mother. He was built with the heart of
longing and the will of a bird learning to fly. His searches have
come up short, periodically. becoming his shattered mother,
caused by the same poison named father. For 4380 days,
Roman was nothing. Weak, beaten and lonely, Roman was the
weakest animal. Never has he felt the sting of his father, until
day 4381, when he stuck up to his father. Absorbing his first of
many burdens Roman was destroyed, his heart of longing,
turned into a heart of stone, his will was now a dead bird.
Roman earned many tally marks on his board of despair, and
until his father sees his final sunset, and his mother becomes
whole, he would always be the especially broken Roman.
BY: KAIDEN CIONGOLI