11-01-2021, 08:15 PM
And with a sweep of her tail, there lies a grave in the ground. She is pressed closer to it. “This one is for you.”
“And when you are ready for it, we will come and find you.”
And when she is ready for it, they will come and find her.
The words raced through her like lightning.
She thinks about this every time she steps into the forest. She sometimes expects the entirety of the forest to leap out at her and drag her down, down, down. But it doesn't happen. Around her the forest is not as quiet as she expected it to be. Beneath the soft hush, hush, hush of the beginning and the end she can hear the rousing of night owls. Their metronome song echoes through the darkness and gloom. This girl with her eyes the color of spring skies and with her brow marked with symbols of love instead of death, she wonders at the silence of it all.
She knows he is here, even if she does not know him.
A cloud passes over the starlight. There are a million drops of saltwater in the rain. They gather in the clouds, clinging tightly to one another, afraid to fall. She finds him, just as the clouds run away once more to reveal the stars behind them. Somehow, the world feels darker. And that darkness is immaculate, almost wild, almost grotesque.
And the immaculate darkness turns holy.
When he turns, he will find big, bright, blue eyes staring back at him.
Maybe she was looking for him all along, this man she knows, but does not, when she went into the forest.
“Are you cold?” She asks. ‘Or scared,’ she wants to ask too, but doesn’t. Her voice, although she does not realize it, holds in it a bit of song. A star shimmers bright to the north of them as it sings below the clouds speckling a sky that no longer looks dark, but too bright, too-too bright. Blue eyes turn away for just a moment, casting her glacial gaze into the night strewn forest. “Are you real?”
“And when you are ready for it, we will come and find you.”
And when she is ready for it, they will come and find her.
The words raced through her like lightning.
She thinks about this every time she steps into the forest. She sometimes expects the entirety of the forest to leap out at her and drag her down, down, down. But it doesn't happen. Around her the forest is not as quiet as she expected it to be. Beneath the soft hush, hush, hush of the beginning and the end she can hear the rousing of night owls. Their metronome song echoes through the darkness and gloom. This girl with her eyes the color of spring skies and with her brow marked with symbols of love instead of death, she wonders at the silence of it all.
She knows he is here, even if she does not know him.
A cloud passes over the starlight. There are a million drops of saltwater in the rain. They gather in the clouds, clinging tightly to one another, afraid to fall. She finds him, just as the clouds run away once more to reveal the stars behind them. Somehow, the world feels darker. And that darkness is immaculate, almost wild, almost grotesque.
And the immaculate darkness turns holy.
When he turns, he will find big, bright, blue eyes staring back at him.
Maybe she was looking for him all along, this man she knows, but does not, when she went into the forest.
“Are you cold?” She asks. ‘Or scared,’ she wants to ask too, but doesn’t. Her voice, although she does not realize it, holds in it a bit of song. A star shimmers bright to the north of them as it sings below the clouds speckling a sky that no longer looks dark, but too bright, too-too bright. Blue eyes turn away for just a moment, casting her glacial gaze into the night strewn forest. “Are you real?”