02-14-2021, 03:00 PM
( MY DAYDREAMS LOVE THE VIOLENT COLOR OF YOUR LIPS
AND THE NIGHTMARES THAT ACCOMPANY IT )
AND THE NIGHTMARES THAT ACCOMPANY IT )
She seldom strays far from the river.
She does not like the sound of sand against porcelain, the gritty feel of it.
She prefers the soothing lap of water, the cool kiss.
Her father manipulates the current for her amusement, curls it around her coltish limbs, licks it up her sides. He tells her stories about sisters made of glass, a sister who could fashion the water into wings, a sister with a galaxy where her heart should be. Amathea will meet them someday, she thinks, someday they will all be together.
But now she sticks close to her father’s side in this impenetrable darkness while her mother tends to important business. The girl is proud of her mother, certainly, the beautiful, powerful woman that she is. Though the girl does not travel far from the river, she sees how they bend to her mother’s will. Her father teaches her to love her mother without compromise.
Today the girl discovers magic by accident. Her father finds light in the darkness, invents reasons for laughter, protects her from the terrible gravity of this world she’s been born into. She slips too deep into the river and she dissolves as the water rushes over her back. Her edges bleed into nothing and she opens her mouth to cry out but there is no mouth left.
And then, moments later, she emerges fully formed somewhere further down the river.
She squints into the darkness, fear gripping her hard-beating heart.
“Dad?” she calls, but there is no response.
She takes a series of small, uncertain steps up the river and then stops.
“Hello?” she tries again.
Behind her, something stirs in the darkness.
She does not like the sound of sand against porcelain, the gritty feel of it.
She prefers the soothing lap of water, the cool kiss.
Her father manipulates the current for her amusement, curls it around her coltish limbs, licks it up her sides. He tells her stories about sisters made of glass, a sister who could fashion the water into wings, a sister with a galaxy where her heart should be. Amathea will meet them someday, she thinks, someday they will all be together.
But now she sticks close to her father’s side in this impenetrable darkness while her mother tends to important business. The girl is proud of her mother, certainly, the beautiful, powerful woman that she is. Though the girl does not travel far from the river, she sees how they bend to her mother’s will. Her father teaches her to love her mother without compromise.
Today the girl discovers magic by accident. Her father finds light in the darkness, invents reasons for laughter, protects her from the terrible gravity of this world she’s been born into. She slips too deep into the river and she dissolves as the water rushes over her back. Her edges bleed into nothing and she opens her mouth to cry out but there is no mouth left.
And then, moments later, she emerges fully formed somewhere further down the river.
She squints into the darkness, fear gripping her hard-beating heart.
“Dad?” she calls, but there is no response.
She takes a series of small, uncertain steps up the river and then stops.
“Hello?” she tries again.
Behind her, something stirs in the darkness.
amathea
@[The Monsters] please have at her infrared vision