My eyes were reproachable with their bore over the creature. My consideration retired the observation; I had the female’s every blackly fraction etched into my mind; I would not forget something so fair.
I was enraptured by the view of this tiny boy – my physical correction had not yet complete as he was so far below me. My neck had only moved slightly downward, my skull drooped to allow my gaze; my gaze that was glassed with a tar-like sheen; at times it could appear white – but it was as black as the moment we stood in. The blackest. It eased; the black was calm in its introduction to the tiny boy, it felt instinctual; this thing was so vulnerable, quiet… naive. I had no desire to corrupt him; I felt that I so easily could; but his indirect attention was so endearing. It was so… new.
I had thought my mannerisms were in respect; yet the lady had thought otherwise with a piercing percussion to the ground. The sound was not bitter to my hearing and my reaction was quite delayed. I had only returned to the creature when it spoke. When it spoke, it did not release anything I had craved. I was simple. I did not esteem being evaded; especially when I had made the effort to come forth.
”I ask your name”.
The levels of my reverberation was unchanged; my humor did not reveal – I simply wore the mask of nothingness.
”I ask your name and what this small creature is.”
My pupils only exaggerated as they laid on the blacker form of the female; there was no brighter tone to grasp – my night exemplified my blackly allure.
”My night does not cover you…”
I could not resist my statement of words gurgling over my decay.
”If she protected you, she would not have brought you to me.”
I was ignorant to the timing of my phrase; but my night was deceiving this creature in her own grim entertainment. She wanted us all to immerse under her presence. She wanted me to discover this child with mother. A child. My eyes grasped the tiny object once more – it was young, alive; and growing. It was only a child.
My discovery was only apparent in the slight quiver of my face, only a spec of my mouth had cracked as my reaction weighted my jaw.
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My life is full of longing, but for what I'll never know. I've been drawn into the fire as I reap what I sow..