05-05-2019, 11:26 AM
choke
shut your mouth and run me like a river "
Being born is a great and terrifying thing. He learns this quickly as his lungs pull his first breath into his lungs. The cold winter air stings against his wet noses, making him whimper as he slides into the snow-covered grass. Each mouth parts slightly to cough while all four eyes blink up at the blurred stars across the sky. The moon hangs fat and milky white above them to witness the birth of a very special kind of monster this silent winter night. He weakly lifts his head as his newborn instincts urge him to find his mother when she doesn’t rise to groom him.
It takes him longer to stand than most and he gives little sighs of frustration until he’s finally up on wobbly little legs. He is all knees and ribs but his faces are each soft and sweet like Capture’s once he spots her. The boy carefully toddles closer to her and gives a small cry for her affections but she is too weak to rise with him now. Capture’s newborn son doesn’t know the word for the red splashed over his body and across her tired hips yet something in his gut makes all four eyes go dewy and scared. Still, his mother smiles when she hears him approach and she uses that last ounce of life in her to pull the water from the snow. It mists across each of his faces and caresses his cheeks the way she’d like to kiss them.
Her mouth opens to name him and confess her undying love for her boy but the last grains of sand spill from her hourglass. Instead, she can only sigh and smile as she passes gently into the night. Four tears run down his cheeks as the mist she’d controlled ceased its careful cleaning and grooming. The droplets fall to the ground and he stands there, shivering and afraid. Covered in blood.
What now? He whimpers once more and blinks the tears from his eyes but his vision remains blurry despite his best efforts. His little jaws open and close as he tries to find some words to make everything right. But it is too cold, too dangerous out here for him to stay, and he must leave his mother’s cooling body before someone else finds them. The boy kisses her face with each mouth before he begins to stumble away. He’d like to tell her thank you but he doesn’t know how much good it would do.
The only sound that comes from him now is a soft weeping that sounds an awful lot like the word ‘choke’.