jamie
03-12-2023, 03:37 PM
jamie
I CAN’T EXACTLY DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL
BUT IT’S NOT QUITE RIGHT
BUT IT’S NOT QUITE RIGHT
For decades, he has slept.
(And he remembers now, when some cosmic shift finally rouses him, how sleep had been his only reprieve as a child.
Isn’t it peculiar to think now that he had ever been young?
That he had ever been weak?)
He blinks now into the sun.
There has been some change, though he has no interest in examining it now. The limbs unfurl and solidify. He had slept as a shadow, as a ghost, as nothing at all. He is not only a thing waking but a thing coming back to life.
He had slept in the forest. (Serendipitous, was it not? For Pangea has fallen and he might have fallen with it.) He had tethered himself to the nymph in the water, drawing steadily from her life force, though he hadn’t needed to. He had gone to see her and how her face had lit up at the sight of him. He had feasted on the hope that had blossomed in the empty space around that heart. He had grinned, flashed those lethal teeth, and then curled himself into the earth.
He does not return to her shores now. Instead, he steps out into the light. Into the new ruins.
And he grins, draws in a long, rasping breath.
There has been much death in the time he spent sleeping.
He gathers the shadows around him, remembering.
(And he remembers now, when some cosmic shift finally rouses him, how sleep had been his only reprieve as a child.
Isn’t it peculiar to think now that he had ever been young?
That he had ever been weak?)
He blinks now into the sun.
There has been some change, though he has no interest in examining it now. The limbs unfurl and solidify. He had slept as a shadow, as a ghost, as nothing at all. He is not only a thing waking but a thing coming back to life.
He had slept in the forest. (Serendipitous, was it not? For Pangea has fallen and he might have fallen with it.) He had tethered himself to the nymph in the water, drawing steadily from her life force, though he hadn’t needed to. He had gone to see her and how her face had lit up at the sight of him. He had feasted on the hope that had blossomed in the empty space around that heart. He had grinned, flashed those lethal teeth, and then curled himself into the earth.
He does not return to her shores now. Instead, he steps out into the light. Into the new ruins.
And he grins, draws in a long, rasping breath.
There has been much death in the time he spent sleeping.
He gathers the shadows around him, remembering.
AND IT LEAVES ME COLD