09-27-2017, 09:58 PM
Joplin
freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose
The son was their present, the daughter their past. It had been stuffy in the womb. Once her brother had slipped out, she enjoyed the brief victory of more room. Until the sides of her prison tried to crush her and she was pushed out into the pale light of the world. At first she thinks she is suffocating before blunt teeth rip her free of the sac and she spills without grace out before them all.
The first deep breath is sweet with ocean air, tangy with the salt of sweat, metallic with afterbirth and blood. Little eyelashes flutter as hazel and gold eyes seek those that have brought her into this dimly lit cave. The first she sees is her brother, beloved darling twin, that had beat her into this world. Now she would always be the baby in their eyes, unable to be first. The indignity as she squeals softly, startled by the sound of her own voice. It seems loud and obnoxious as it echoes off the stone walls.
Big brother is already curled next to a larger figure who smells warm and milky. No wonder he’s by her. Spindly legs aren’t able to stand yet but she manages to scoot herself closer to the swollen side of her dam. The woman looks exhausted but she can’t help but focus more on the large white thing that she’s managed to snuggle underneath. It’s soft, feathers everywhere that tickle her nose and make her sneeze. Her own miniature wings try to move in reflex, still damp and clinging to each other with wet afterbirth.
As her head pokes out, and already trying to brutally move big brother over, she sees the stallion. He looks proud, happy. Grinning down at them with a warm dark flecked eye. She tries to smile back, not use to moving her face yet so it contorts awkwardly and she ends up squinting at him instead. The stallion laughs and in doing so, uncovers the empty socket with ravaged puckered skin. Looking between the two adults, she realizes one is not quite like the other. One has both eyes, the other does not.
There is no bad vibes in the cave, she feels peace and happiness and determines that a lost eye is nothing to be worried about. She gets her name first (take that big brother) and while her tongue can’t quite form it yet (gentle clicks fall instead) she decides she likes her moniker. Joplin. Mother’s tongue warms her backside as she cleans each of her little feathered wings. Her eyes closed, pleased with the affection but is distracted by a rumbling from within. Hungry, starving!
Determined to beat her brother in all things and prove how much of a baby she wasn't (setting herself towards destruction already) she tries to stand before he can. Twiggy legs crumple and fall before she can finally stand, shaking like the last leaf on a branch. Rudely butting against her dam’s side, she greedily searches for substance and finally latches on as if she may never eat again.
Welcome to the world precious pearl.
The first deep breath is sweet with ocean air, tangy with the salt of sweat, metallic with afterbirth and blood. Little eyelashes flutter as hazel and gold eyes seek those that have brought her into this dimly lit cave. The first she sees is her brother, beloved darling twin, that had beat her into this world. Now she would always be the baby in their eyes, unable to be first. The indignity as she squeals softly, startled by the sound of her own voice. It seems loud and obnoxious as it echoes off the stone walls.
Big brother is already curled next to a larger figure who smells warm and milky. No wonder he’s by her. Spindly legs aren’t able to stand yet but she manages to scoot herself closer to the swollen side of her dam. The woman looks exhausted but she can’t help but focus more on the large white thing that she’s managed to snuggle underneath. It’s soft, feathers everywhere that tickle her nose and make her sneeze. Her own miniature wings try to move in reflex, still damp and clinging to each other with wet afterbirth.
As her head pokes out, and already trying to brutally move big brother over, she sees the stallion. He looks proud, happy. Grinning down at them with a warm dark flecked eye. She tries to smile back, not use to moving her face yet so it contorts awkwardly and she ends up squinting at him instead. The stallion laughs and in doing so, uncovers the empty socket with ravaged puckered skin. Looking between the two adults, she realizes one is not quite like the other. One has both eyes, the other does not.
There is no bad vibes in the cave, she feels peace and happiness and determines that a lost eye is nothing to be worried about. She gets her name first (take that big brother) and while her tongue can’t quite form it yet (gentle clicks fall instead) she decides she likes her moniker. Joplin. Mother’s tongue warms her backside as she cleans each of her little feathered wings. Her eyes closed, pleased with the affection but is distracted by a rumbling from within. Hungry, starving!
Determined to beat her brother in all things and prove how much of a baby she wasn't (setting herself towards destruction already) she tries to stand before he can. Twiggy legs crumple and fall before she can finally stand, shaking like the last leaf on a branch. Rudely butting against her dam’s side, she greedily searches for substance and finally latches on as if she may never eat again.
Welcome to the world precious pearl.