And breathe me; any

[October]

This forest, a place that had not existed before, is so foreign. The air cuts her lungs little tiny shards of glass with every breath. How long had she been gone? Was this really even the place she had once called home? She feels so small, so lost. All these faces...they scare her. They do not resemble anything that she could ever recall. Nails pull her along the leaf littered paths that had been worn into the clay banks and soil. She walks without meeting the eye of any, black curtain of her hair lies listless to the side of her neck. The buckskin of her coat had darkened with the onset of autumn. With the climate change should have brought sleepy animals, scurrying creatures...and it had. October does now know why she is her. Had she experienced enough hurt already? Was her appetite not sated with a toxic concoction of abandonment, lies, and rejection?  No. Something insisted at scratching in the back of her mind. Tormenting the little slumber she got. (Beqanna, Beqanna, Beqanna)  It whispers with a honey tipped tongue, glossy lips pulled over stained yellow fangs.  Relentless.  Savage. But the day had come when she feels unearthed from her unearthly chamber, roots cinched and snipped. She moves without purpose or a destination. She only knows that she exists and someone out there was someone who had a purpose for her (though their intentions were not clear for she is not a future teller)  but if something so childish as hope still exited within the battered shes of her heart then so be it. It's all she had left. October