when the days have no numbers; - Kora - 11-28-2018
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Drip, drip, drip.
Land – rising.
Molecules rearranging.
Gold and white.
Flesh sewn from liquid.
Dragged from an ocean of grief.
She feels –
Cold.
She had existed, once, hadn’t she?
But had she ever lived?
Blink.
Eyes of blue, lashes of frost.
Where…
Icicle Isle.
Land – returned.
Liquid – reformed.
And fear?
Meaningless.
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Like lightning, it comes back to her in flashes –
Her life, if one could call it that.
Darkness – broken only by burning shocks of white-hot light.
Birth – brought into the world alongside her twin, Rhy.
Childhood – lived in terror of her electric sister, of the Flash.
Youth –separated from the source of her fear beyond Beqanna with her parents.
Early adulthood – Rayelle and Riagan sending her back to Beqanna alone:
‘Be brave,’ and, ‘We’ll be there soon, darling.’
Still, her fear went with her.
Butterfly-heart.
Seeing Rhy again – independent. Resilient. Following in their grandmother’s footsteps.
Still terrifyingly electric.
Strangers meant to be sisters.
But then,
Oh, then.
A dream – a quest.
A gift.
Becoming Winter.
Learning control.
Learning to let go.
Seeing Rhy once more – both different.
Both changed –
A bittersweet reunion.
‘Our parents were there, with the dead.’
‘We won’t see them again. Not here, anyway.’
And,
‘We have a brother.’
‘They said we should find him.’
But then,
Oh, then.
A war.
For her, cause for avoidance –
A recluse in the north.
For Rhy, cause for action –
Holes in memories.
She never saw her sister again.
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Her parents – dead.
Rhy – dead.
A brother – lost.
Nothing left.
The earth shifted.
And when it did –
She melted away.
And she was gone.
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Drip, drip, drip.
Land – risen.
Molecules rearranged.
Gold and white.
Flesh sewn from liquid, sealed in ice.
Countless years suspended in the ocean, ageless.
She feels –
Cold.
Yes, she had existed, once.
But she had never really lived.
Blink.
Eyes of blue, lashes of frost.
When…
Snow melting. Spring.
Land – returned.
Liquid – reformed.
Winter – revived.
Fear is meaningless.
You can’t fear if you don’t feel.
She remembers everything.
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kora
vanished winterchild of riagan and rayelle
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