07-10-2015, 01:21 PM
'Wichita.' The name tastes strange in my mouth, slips over my tongue like the twang of mint and course thistles. I taste it, my lips rolling over and over. 'Wichita.' I say, more and more the name burning s familiarity in the soft mares face. I mimic her actions, mechanically my own limbs shift and saunter, stony hooves pressing into the lush clover.
Stay here. Stay here in the paradise of honeysuckle and mint, and trees and running water. The thought loosens a few taut muscles. Deadened eyes liven ever do slight, as if home, we if living somewhere brought s spark of life to them. My wounds were dull, the pain going bone deep and then further still.
I follow, matching strides, to the rushing water. Firstly my nose lowers and I dunk my whole nuzzle in; water cascades into my orifices and I drink without mercy, the cool waters run down my throat, refreshing, cooling. The tiny tivukets of blood trickle from my nostrils, mixing with the clear creek. I drink, thoroughly and without thought until I lift my head and gasp, breath burns me like fire, raging in my gut, my gullet.
I then drop to my knees, body jerking in a strange fashion and I roll; limbs flailing and I end up skipping into the waters and selling headfirst.
The silence is overbearing, the rigid heartbeats like violent echoes. It feels eternal until I trdurfajce, drenched, my chocolate body onyx black and dropping with water. I turn my gaze upon Wichita and Tioga, water dribbling on torrents from my body, the waters surface a film of scarlet.
'Clean. Must. Clean.'
And I fink myself again, head first, then knees buckling,
Stay here. Stay here in the paradise of honeysuckle and mint, and trees and running water. The thought loosens a few taut muscles. Deadened eyes liven ever do slight, as if home, we if living somewhere brought s spark of life to them. My wounds were dull, the pain going bone deep and then further still.
I follow, matching strides, to the rushing water. Firstly my nose lowers and I dunk my whole nuzzle in; water cascades into my orifices and I drink without mercy, the cool waters run down my throat, refreshing, cooling. The tiny tivukets of blood trickle from my nostrils, mixing with the clear creek. I drink, thoroughly and without thought until I lift my head and gasp, breath burns me like fire, raging in my gut, my gullet.
I then drop to my knees, body jerking in a strange fashion and I roll; limbs flailing and I end up skipping into the waters and selling headfirst.
The silence is overbearing, the rigid heartbeats like violent echoes. It feels eternal until I trdurfajce, drenched, my chocolate body onyx black and dropping with water. I turn my gaze upon Wichita and Tioga, water dribbling on torrents from my body, the waters surface a film of scarlet.
'Clean. Must. Clean.'
And I fink myself again, head first, then knees buckling,