08-21-2019, 06:51 PM
SabbatH
i'll let you play the role. i'll be your animal.
In this life, Sabbath has learned, you are either the deer or you are the hunter.
In this life, love is just a hunting season where perfect aim is a mercy.
But then how had their parents found a way to hammer their love into something that lasted so many years? How could they each be the hunter and the prey and both come out on top? She’s spent so many nights trying to pick it apart and learn from them but her hands are always stained red in the end. Would anyone ever love their daughters enough to drag themselves over broken glass and still have enough life in them to say they loved them? She doesn’t think there was anyone waiting to find her, not like that.
Her edges are too sharp from being broken so many times. No one can get close enough to kiss her softly and she doesn’t want to learn how to let them. Those sage green eyes watch the curve of her sister’s lip but she can’t quite scratch the surface enough to make out the secrets underneath it. They’ll drown together, that much is clear, but she doesn’t know if they’re both dying inside for the same reasons. Why do her eyes flow with pity when she looks at her?
Her breathing softens and she calms, slowly but surely. “You don’t have any reason to be sorry. I’ve always known where to find you, if I needed you. I just didn’t know how badly I did,” she explains, shrugging her small shoulders. She’s quick to dismiss apologies and she’s always the girl who says “it’s fine” when people lay their sorry’s at her feet. “Prayer is in Tephra. She heals, like Mother, and she doesn’t look like us.. Not at all.”
A smile manages to find its way to her face and this time it is sincere, though weary. Sabbath knows her child will never know how the taste of someone’s blood changes when they die between your teeth. No, her daughter will put them all back together instead of breaking them apart. She smiles because her child is hardly hers at all.
In this life, love is just a hunting season where perfect aim is a mercy.
But then how had their parents found a way to hammer their love into something that lasted so many years? How could they each be the hunter and the prey and both come out on top? She’s spent so many nights trying to pick it apart and learn from them but her hands are always stained red in the end. Would anyone ever love their daughters enough to drag themselves over broken glass and still have enough life in them to say they loved them? She doesn’t think there was anyone waiting to find her, not like that.
Her edges are too sharp from being broken so many times. No one can get close enough to kiss her softly and she doesn’t want to learn how to let them. Those sage green eyes watch the curve of her sister’s lip but she can’t quite scratch the surface enough to make out the secrets underneath it. They’ll drown together, that much is clear, but she doesn’t know if they’re both dying inside for the same reasons. Why do her eyes flow with pity when she looks at her?
Her breathing softens and she calms, slowly but surely. “You don’t have any reason to be sorry. I’ve always known where to find you, if I needed you. I just didn’t know how badly I did,” she explains, shrugging her small shoulders. She’s quick to dismiss apologies and she’s always the girl who says “it’s fine” when people lay their sorry’s at her feet. “Prayer is in Tephra. She heals, like Mother, and she doesn’t look like us.. Not at all.”
A smile manages to find its way to her face and this time it is sincere, though weary. Sabbath knows her child will never know how the taste of someone’s blood changes when they die between your teeth. No, her daughter will put them all back together instead of breaking them apart. She smiles because her child is hardly hers at all.