12-31-2025, 11:36 AM
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i'm alone
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
It's not his mother who breaks from the shadows of the trees but a filly. She's smaller than him and a blood red color surrounded by a dark fog that makes it seem as though she's floating across the earth as her voice chimes through the emptiness between them. He doesn't move from his spot against the tree as he looks her over, curiosity in his glowing orange eyes. Leathery wings like a creature of the night, red that matched the liquid that oozed from him when he fell and scraped his skin open while first learning to walk on longer legs, dark glinting eyes, and that suspicious dark air following her.
When she finished her rhyme, he gave a small tilt of his head and pushed off of the edge of the tree. He moved his glowing body a bit closer to her with a couple small steps before looking to the earth. "That's an interesting story." He said blandly, not lifting his head to watch the filly, "but, it's not really correct," a foreleg moved forwards and struck the earth sharply, a small black hoof lifted to reveal a large, crushed 8 legged creature on the decaying bed of leaves beneath them "Spiders don't actually have any bones."
He eyed the deformed body that no longer moved, wondering if it would knit itself back together the way his body did every morning. It lay there, still and lifeless. It wasn't coming back, just like his mother. An intrigued "hmm" noise crawled from his throat, and he returned his eyes to the filly, narrowing them slightly. "Should we see if you have any bones?" a small smile crept over his features as he looked the filly over again.
He had never seen a real dead horse before, only the grayish white bones that appeared through his rotting flesh every night. The bones painted across his body were somewhat visible to him but could only assume that's what they all looked like put together.
When she finished her rhyme, he gave a small tilt of his head and pushed off of the edge of the tree. He moved his glowing body a bit closer to her with a couple small steps before looking to the earth. "That's an interesting story." He said blandly, not lifting his head to watch the filly, "but, it's not really correct," a foreleg moved forwards and struck the earth sharply, a small black hoof lifted to reveal a large, crushed 8 legged creature on the decaying bed of leaves beneath them "Spiders don't actually have any bones."
He eyed the deformed body that no longer moved, wondering if it would knit itself back together the way his body did every morning. It lay there, still and lifeless. It wasn't coming back, just like his mother. An intrigued "hmm" noise crawled from his throat, and he returned his eyes to the filly, narrowing them slightly. "Should we see if you have any bones?" a small smile crept over his features as he looked the filly over again.
He had never seen a real dead horse before, only the grayish white bones that appeared through his rotting flesh every night. The bones painted across his body were somewhat visible to him but could only assume that's what they all looked like put together.
ghoulish
@Sanguinista