11-07-2024, 05:38 PM
Does she know, how it happened?
Not really. She tries to look back, to delve inward to the years (was it years?) when she knew nothing but the rock around her, the dark gobbling at her knees, but her memories are simply thick and a shadowy, vague hints of things but nothing she can articulate. Her head aches if she thinks of it too long.
She knows the world around her hurts. Her eyes are squinted against the sunlight. Her skin is drawn tight against her bones. Her stride is cautious, pained, as if she has not moved in some time.
(was it years?)
She walks, and walks, and walks.
She passes place after place and none of them speak to her. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for, doesn’t know if there is anything she can find that might fill the ache she feels inside. She is a homesick girl with no home, this gaunt thing walking, pale as a ghost and looking half as dead.
The forest isn’t home, but it’s where she finds herself, finding relief in the shadows cast by the towering trees. Her eyes open wider, taking in the world that seems overwhelming, the noise of birds and other smaller creatures, the footfalls and murmurs of other horses that do not turn her way.
She is back, but was she ever gone?
She is here, at least, for now.
She is here.
c a v e r n
glory be to the girl who goes back for her body