07-30-2020, 09:46 PM
I am here.
It doesn't seem like much to know, but so often anymore I couldn't say where I was. Today though, I know I am here, beneath the claustrophobic canopy of trees. Their interlaced branches pin me down and hold me in, stop the implosion from repeating itself. Under their sheltering prison, I am safe.
The sky, once lover, now taunts me as viciously as the Voices do. Broken girl. Too fragile to fly. Why have you got wings if you can't use them anymore? Best not to look up when I can avoid it. So I walk instead, a looping path worn gradually through the mulch and mud, my once shining coat dull with dust. The spear in my breast points the way.
It's almost an old friend by now. Familiar whorls and veins that wrap along the slim shaft, long since dyed rusty brown and new red with my ever dripping blood. Yellow eyes gleam in the shadows. Always a few paces behind me, I must keep moving or all will be lost.
And then comes the hard part. Where the water splits the earth in its violent way, rushing by without care or concern. "Do you remember?" I croon softly as I stare into its gleaming depths. Eyes wide as daisies stare back at me from a hauntingly familiar face. Too thin, too scarred, she looks like a relic of days gone by. Left in the corner to gather dust when new toys come along.
"Do you remember killing me?" I ask again, suddenly angry. It had help, of course. But the water runs cold anyway, and I can remember the feel of it inside my lungs. Crimson stains the surface for a moment until I blink and its running clear once more. I don't think I've forgiven the river yet.
The clack of teeth on teeth snatches my attention, drags my gaze away from the drowned woman looking up at me. Confusion blurs my expression. A tree is angry. Or sad. It's hard to tell. "You should get out of the water," I find myself calling, anxiety in my voice. "It's devilish, tricky stuff." It whispers sweet promises of relief and rest, and all I got was this stick in my chest.
@[Noori]
It doesn't seem like much to know, but so often anymore I couldn't say where I was. Today though, I know I am here, beneath the claustrophobic canopy of trees. Their interlaced branches pin me down and hold me in, stop the implosion from repeating itself. Under their sheltering prison, I am safe.
The sky, once lover, now taunts me as viciously as the Voices do. Broken girl. Too fragile to fly. Why have you got wings if you can't use them anymore? Best not to look up when I can avoid it. So I walk instead, a looping path worn gradually through the mulch and mud, my once shining coat dull with dust. The spear in my breast points the way.
It's almost an old friend by now. Familiar whorls and veins that wrap along the slim shaft, long since dyed rusty brown and new red with my ever dripping blood. Yellow eyes gleam in the shadows. Always a few paces behind me, I must keep moving or all will be lost.
And then comes the hard part. Where the water splits the earth in its violent way, rushing by without care or concern. "Do you remember?" I croon softly as I stare into its gleaming depths. Eyes wide as daisies stare back at me from a hauntingly familiar face. Too thin, too scarred, she looks like a relic of days gone by. Left in the corner to gather dust when new toys come along.
"Do you remember killing me?" I ask again, suddenly angry. It had help, of course. But the water runs cold anyway, and I can remember the feel of it inside my lungs. Crimson stains the surface for a moment until I blink and its running clear once more. I don't think I've forgiven the river yet.
The clack of teeth on teeth snatches my attention, drags my gaze away from the drowned woman looking up at me. Confusion blurs my expression. A tree is angry. Or sad. It's hard to tell. "You should get out of the water," I find myself calling, anxiety in my voice. "It's devilish, tricky stuff." It whispers sweet promises of relief and rest, and all I got was this stick in my chest.
@[Noori]