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bare-boned and crazy, any - miseria - 11-13-2021 RE: bare-boned and crazy, any - Wylder - 11-13-2021 The world is a hundred thousand burning questions, just barely stitched together with color and shape and sound- you swear if you could, you’d push against it just a little, if you could just figure out how, you could lift the film of the world and find all the dark sticky constellations that make up reality. All the tiny bits of chaos arranged in neat little rows and patterns and swirls. But your world is too small, much too tiny in the way it can fit in the palm of an island. You shouldn’t be out here, shouldn’t be so far. You had gone with your father to Nerine, but you were not supposed to wander, and certainly not this far. ‘We will leave come morning, back to the island.’ He had said. And you think, I have until then to see the world and find its secrets. ‘Do not be reckless, Wylder.’ Comes his mother. Reckless, but not as a compliment. The same way the boys call you gentle when they really mean soft, or fearless when they mean to say you are careless and give no thought to yourself or to others. You like who you are. You like the blanket of invisibility; being able to slip beneath it at will. Your footprints and those wise enough to see it are your only give away. This may be the only way you are able to come so near to her. (You would think she is strange, but you have only known your family and the North, you think maybe this is how the rest of the world is). You emerge from that cloak of invisibility like a ripple, from head to toe. “I’m not supposed to be out here—are you?” Your smirk is a beast, there and then gone. never gave a single thought to where it might lead image by Gary Bendig @miseria RE: bare-boned and crazy, any - miseria - 11-13-2021 @Wylder RE: bare-boned and crazy, any - Wylder - 11-14-2021 Just for her. If she asked you, you think you could be that, just for her. You have never been just for anyone, with all your siblings, even your parents have one another. She grins and you think is this the world? Is this the world and everyone else in it? The red pools in her eyes and you watch with something like awe (the same way you watched an ant lift a blade of grass for the first time, or when you say the northern lights.) “Are you going to cry?” You ask because you have only known your own tears when you scrapped your knee on a rough patch of ice. You ask because you wonder if this is how the rest of the world cries. But she is grinning and you think you can’t be sad and smile at the same time. Your life is so simple—smiles mean happiness—tears mean sorrow. You have not yet learned the grace of weeping behind a happy face. “Yes, here,” you nod encouragingly. You have little experience in conversation, you think this is normal. Your ignorance will kill you. You scrunch that young face and stare towards the heaven thinking of your very best answer. “I think it’s like my forest,” you say because you do not know that other forests exist outside of your own in the North. And when that blood falls down her face and gathers, you watch with wide green eyes. “Oh, you are crying,” you say and shift your weight and hug your wings tighter to your small frame. “Your tears are red,” like blood you should say, but instead— “like the cardinal I found once.” You think she is lucky and you feel something tickle the back of your mind, an emotion you cannot quite place. (You will learn this emotion to be jealousy, when you see the girl you like talking to a boy that isn’t you.) “Mine are clear—like the lake,” you say. “How can I make mine red like yours?” never gave a single thought to where it might lead image by Gary Bendig @miseria RE: bare-boned and crazy, any - miseria - 11-20-2021 @Wylder RE: bare-boned and crazy, any - Wylder - 12-10-2021 You have seen many colors in your short life. Greens and blues and teals and white and black. But for all the colors you have seen, how is it you have seen so very little red? And maybe this is why the way it rushes down her faces holds you so tightly, so fascinated. Or maybe you are your father’s son and you cannot stand to see someone cry. She cries and she smiles. You have not yet learned this art, so the conflicting expressions are entirely lost on you. Die. She says. “Die?” You ask. Somewhere there are red flags going up in the back of your mind, but you either don't see them or don’t mind; anything outside of the tedious cold island life. You watch her for a moment longer, and you are a whirlwind of disturbingly sweet smiles and clever but not particularly intelligent thoughts, without the motivation to do much more than stare and consider. “I don’t know..” Don’t know what? It doesn't matter. “You can help me?” You ask because you do not know any better. Your parents thoughts you would be safe, they thought they kept you safe. It isn’t your fault, none of this is your fault. “How?” You ask and you close your mouth and push your tongue against the back of your teeth, and they taste like danger. You think…you like it. never gave a single thought to where it might lead image by Gary Bendig @miseria |