a constellation of tears on your lashes; texarkana

[Devi]

a constellation of tears on your lashes
burn everything you love, then burn the ashes

The winter air did not bite at his flesh; rather, he didn’t feel it even if it did. There were few things that gave him any sort of pause, and the weather was not one of them. He had stopped feeling a long time ago, anyways. Feelings hurt, and he had been dealt a lifetime of hurt. Nowadays he was little more than a rack of bones wrapped in dull black fur, a gaunt neck draped in a tangled mess of mane. Where once had been a raven-black stallion now stood a haggard beast who had been cruelly cheated by death. More than once he had begged for death to come to him, to rip the beats from his chest and the air from his lungs. But death did not take kindly to the whinings of a heart broken skeleton man and so, it ignored him. He was too much of a coward to seek death out himself. So he languished here in his half life, wanting for that which would not, could not, come true. When she had left so had the spark he had for life. 

If the lands were different, he didn’t notice. They meant less than nothing to him if she wasn’t here to brighten the landscape. Foolishly, he looked for her, just as he always did. His brain knew what a stupid thing it was to do but the heart still begged him to do it anyways. Just as always, she wasn’t there. With a sigh, he lowered his finely carved head, moving his lips absentmindedly over the snow. Food lacked taste no matter the season. The wind bit bitterly against his ribs, and he furrowed his brow. For some reason the winds felt different to him, as if they carried more than the snow from the mountain peaks. Something like a whisper, or perhaps the caress of a lover. He had felt like this before though, and always he had been disappointed. It did not stop him from holding on to the fools dream, of course. With his dull eyes to the tree line, he waited to see if this time was going to be any different.

DEVI