~Aries, The Child of War~ By Saige “Mykie” Rasmussen Oh lamb. Little lamb…. Born of blood. Born of ichor. A lamb to slaughter. Flames lapping up the coagulated viscera of youthful ignorance. The bleating cries of young gone astray. Scraped knees and bruises from nowhere. The first taste of thick red iron on your tongue when you tripped as a kid along the neighborhood sidewalk. Little lamb you must grow horns. Clamber up the mountain and leave ashes in your wake. Follow the e

Here’s the short answer…I have no other choice. I have to be one. I need to be one. Now, if you give a shit enough to keep reading here’s the long answer. One, I have support. I grew up with a support system that not many receive as young people no matter the career choice. My grandmother and father are both wonderful artists. My grandma Clara focused more on nature, portraits, oil painting, traditional sketching and other mediums such as wood burning and carving. She embrac