01-03-2026, 10:48 PM
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i'm alone
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
He stared down at his reflection, ripples created by the drops of water falling from his face distorting the mirrored image. After what seemed like an eternity to the new creature, he backed away from the water's edge. His long legs betrayed him and he stumbled. The glowing yellow-green boy tumbled to the dusty earth again with a squeal of surprise and pain as the dry ground scraped against his soft new flesh, opening small wounds that oozed red. He stared down at his forelegs as the liquid slowly pooled dark against the garish color of his hide.
What a start to life.
Gathering his bearings once again he pushed to his hooves, wincing against the burn and ache of his body and willing it to hold him upright. It didn't betray him this time, despite the wobble still evident from the twitching of his muscles as they learned to hold him in place. A movement in the edge of his vision caught his attention and pulled his orange eyes from the wounds on his gangly legs. He startled slightly at the stranger approaching. There was something about him that set the boy on edge, something unnatural and not right.
He stiffened a bit, again mentally demanding his body to behave, to stay upright, to stay brave as his instincts told him that perhaps he should turn and leave. Perhaps he should try and find his mother.
But he didn't. He stared, stiff as a statue as the stranger then spoke. His voice sent a chill over the boy's body, prickling down his spine, but he did not move.
Died? Was he dead? Was that why she had left him? Had he died and his mother tried to revive him and that was what had gone all wrong? Was this stranger a creature of the afterlife? Empty space hung between them for a moment as he glanced back down to his glowing legs where the blood had begun to coagulate along the small scrapes. "I don't think I died." the boy said softly, no confidence behind the words. He couldn't be sure, but he didn't think he would bleed if he were dead. "Do the dead bleed?" He asked, certain if the stranger was a creature from beyond the living that he would know.
What a start to life.
Gathering his bearings once again he pushed to his hooves, wincing against the burn and ache of his body and willing it to hold him upright. It didn't betray him this time, despite the wobble still evident from the twitching of his muscles as they learned to hold him in place. A movement in the edge of his vision caught his attention and pulled his orange eyes from the wounds on his gangly legs. He startled slightly at the stranger approaching. There was something about him that set the boy on edge, something unnatural and not right.
He stiffened a bit, again mentally demanding his body to behave, to stay upright, to stay brave as his instincts told him that perhaps he should turn and leave. Perhaps he should try and find his mother.
But he didn't. He stared, stiff as a statue as the stranger then spoke. His voice sent a chill over the boy's body, prickling down his spine, but he did not move.
Died? Was he dead? Was that why she had left him? Had he died and his mother tried to revive him and that was what had gone all wrong? Was this stranger a creature of the afterlife? Empty space hung between them for a moment as he glanced back down to his glowing legs where the blood had begun to coagulate along the small scrapes. "I don't think I died." the boy said softly, no confidence behind the words. He couldn't be sure, but he didn't think he would bleed if he were dead. "Do the dead bleed?" He asked, certain if the stranger was a creature from beyond the living that he would know.
ghoulish
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jamie