08-30-2021, 03:01 PM
liesma
Where there was once gold there is now a yawning nothingness.
Not only black but the absence of color altogether. And it takes the soft glow she emits and swallows it whole. He goes from everything to the absolute opposite, which does not feel like nothing but even less than that. But there are sharp teeth when he speaks and he had recoiled when she’d reached for him, as if she was a thing worth being afraid of.
But there is no twist of mourning in her breast as she stares into the space he occupies but does not occupy. Instead, the light seems to collapse toward him and this is every bit as mystifying as the gold he had worn only moments earlier.
She tilts her head when he tells her that his mother had been gold. But the origin of this more-than-nothingness is a mystery. She nods, wondering if it comes from his father. Just as she is a perfect blend of her parents, he must be, too. But just as he does not lend a voice to his theory, she merely swallows hers.
“No,” she answers honestly, “we are not stars, we only wear them.”
She cranes her neck to touch her own chest where the stars seem to burn the brightest.
“Where have you gone?” she asks when she looks back up and he is still a black hole in the darkness, feasting on the light. “You were here only a moment ago.”
Not only black but the absence of color altogether. And it takes the soft glow she emits and swallows it whole. He goes from everything to the absolute opposite, which does not feel like nothing but even less than that. But there are sharp teeth when he speaks and he had recoiled when she’d reached for him, as if she was a thing worth being afraid of.
But there is no twist of mourning in her breast as she stares into the space he occupies but does not occupy. Instead, the light seems to collapse toward him and this is every bit as mystifying as the gold he had worn only moments earlier.
She tilts her head when he tells her that his mother had been gold. But the origin of this more-than-nothingness is a mystery. She nods, wondering if it comes from his father. Just as she is a perfect blend of her parents, he must be, too. But just as he does not lend a voice to his theory, she merely swallows hers.
“No,” she answers honestly, “we are not stars, we only wear them.”
She cranes her neck to touch her own chest where the stars seem to burn the brightest.
“Where have you gone?” she asks when she looks back up and he is still a black hole in the darkness, feasting on the light. “You were here only a moment ago.”
i see you shining through the treetops
But i don’t feel you pulling strings anymore
But i don’t feel you pulling strings anymore
@nazghul