NEW: a god with no bounds

 

The boy - stupid golden curls now removed - slid his hand - long-fingered - across his near-shaved scalp. He smirked in self-satisfaction - the visible badge of a god removed - finally. He sat on the sagging wall - his feet in worn-out sneakers - idly scuffing. He was waiting - waiting for everything to happen - for him - to him - he was ready. Still a god - though in disguise - he would be kissed - he would be punched - he would be in love - he would be alone - he would be ecstatic - he would be fragile - he would wax and he would wane. He was a god with no bounds - and he would have it all!