06-30-2019, 02:03 PM
there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared you for his hands - hands that map
a communion in the cradle of your hips. hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
and, oh, you put him on his knees.
Virgo needs to talk to someone dead to help her find her baby, so bring out your dead.
a communion in the cradle of your hips. hands that kiss hymns up your sides.
Her breath quivers when she’s transported and yet no air leaves her lungs here. Her hooves sink lightly into sand and yet she leaves no hoofprints behind her as she begins to walk forward. How could she even begin to look for her child here in the land of the dead? Where would a sweet child like Quiet hide when her world came tumbling apart? Before she knows it, Virgo is running as fast as these legs will carry her but it feels like running in a dream. Her body is so heavy and she cannot will it to go any faster.
In her frantic hurry, she doesn’t even stop to admire the way the ocean ebbs and flows ink black across tired gray sands. Sleepy blue clouds float neither toward or away from this beach but rather twist and warp right in place. An occasional fracture of lightning illuminates the clouds and shows a brief scene of Virgo’s life across them: meeting her father, rebelling against Everclear, and falling in love with Eerie. She doesn’t see her first kiss with Caw or her happy tears after giving birth to their twins. Her heart is screaming for justice, for Quiet to come home safe.
She can’t feel the tears running down her face as she slows to a stop, chest heaving mostly out of habit. Still, the ocean brings its waves in and out without much concern for her dilemma. The clouds rearrange themselves, entirely disinterested in her affairs.
Virgo hangs her head, racking her brain for some idea. How dismal she looks, thin enough for her ribs to show through while the angles of her hips have gone from smooth and round to jagged. The barbs along her spine seem more pronounced in this sickly state. Slowly, she lifts her head to the sky like someone is listening. “Someone.. please..” she mumbles softly in that quivering voice. But the rest of the undead continue to trudge along without even looking her way. They’ve lost their fire and their fight after too many miles of endless beach to roam without end, it seems.
In her frantic hurry, she doesn’t even stop to admire the way the ocean ebbs and flows ink black across tired gray sands. Sleepy blue clouds float neither toward or away from this beach but rather twist and warp right in place. An occasional fracture of lightning illuminates the clouds and shows a brief scene of Virgo’s life across them: meeting her father, rebelling against Everclear, and falling in love with Eerie. She doesn’t see her first kiss with Caw or her happy tears after giving birth to their twins. Her heart is screaming for justice, for Quiet to come home safe.
She can’t feel the tears running down her face as she slows to a stop, chest heaving mostly out of habit. Still, the ocean brings its waves in and out without much concern for her dilemma. The clouds rearrange themselves, entirely disinterested in her affairs.
Virgo hangs her head, racking her brain for some idea. How dismal she looks, thin enough for her ribs to show through while the angles of her hips have gone from smooth and round to jagged. The barbs along her spine seem more pronounced in this sickly state. Slowly, she lifts her head to the sky like someone is listening. “Someone.. please..” she mumbles softly in that quivering voice. But the rest of the undead continue to trudge along without even looking her way. They’ve lost their fire and their fight after too many miles of endless beach to roam without end, it seems.
Virgo
he confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worshipand, oh, you put him on his knees.