Kreep
I am coming out more and more from my seclusion. Dynast continues to abuse (my bloody eyes has healed, and since been traded in for a deep cut across my lower lip. It hangs there, swollen and throbbing), and Mama continues to nurture. Each bruise and scar I come back with she kisses, telling me how handsome and strong they make me look. Oh yes, I like strong.
I’ve been practicing chameleoning myself within my surrounds. I mimic the ivory of the birch trees, I copy the orange and red of fallen leaves. I can just about copy anything around me.
Lost in my thoughts, I hardly see the curly-eared man. I run, head first, into his broad shoulder. I recoil, if only from the fact that he did not smell of my forest. Tiny ears pin back in fright. “Who are you?” I ask, letting a puff of air out from my nostrils.
I’ve been practicing chameleoning myself within my surrounds. I mimic the ivory of the birch trees, I copy the orange and red of fallen leaves. I can just about copy anything around me.
Lost in my thoughts, I hardly see the curly-eared man. I run, head first, into his broad shoulder. I recoil, if only from the fact that he did not smell of my forest. Tiny ears pin back in fright. “Who are you?” I ask, letting a puff of air out from my nostrils.
God called in sick today
@[Tymber]