Lena had fought for many things in her short life: to live, to breathe, to smile, to dance, to laugh, to cherish and devote. She’d been touched, tarnished, anguished and banished, condemned and damned, consigned to the oblivion of her own weaknesses and frailties. She’d found the roots of a withering bud and brought it back to life, she’d hastened the world around her to blossom, to bloom, to flourish under the tangible strength of her piercing perseverance, of her rapturous resolution, of her stalwart determination. She’d conquered her ethereal demons, she’d chased away the sorrows of her wretchedness, of her misfortunes, and harbored the will to survive. She’d harpooned the malicious qualities in her world and stoked them in the fire, the fury of her valor, watched while they burned into nothingness. She’d been extinguished and then prospered all over again, she’d been daunted, afraid, but molded it into the finery of her unyielding grace, of her laureate aspirations, of her sanguine love, of her seraphic hope. She’d been flooded with misery, with despondency, and felt the savage contortions of its lashes beat into her body, had felt sin scorch and scar the layers of her flesh, had felt the weight of tragedy and anarchy push down on her shoulders, threaten to drive her into her self-made tomb, but she’d conquered, she’d consumed, and she’d triumphed over the laments, the dirges, the upheaval. The nymph found conviction, carved assurance, planted confidence and certainty into the soil of her soul. Once, she’d been like him, eroding her majesty, shriveling, fading, becoming the ghost of the shade, the shadows, the Stygian oils and Mephistophelean grasps, tangled into the wounds and gloom of the despair she’d been given. But where he wallowed now, in the junctures of quiet delusion, in the restless genesis of pestilence of an alluring, beguiling trance, in the fabric of an entity controlled by something else altogether – unseen, unheard, but coiled in the midst of his body, the roll of his muscles, the keen, sharp, acidic trace of his tongue, she couldn’t fathom, she couldn’t understand. Where she’d overcome, he grew darker, contorted and distorted by the strangling chords of an ancient vehemence. So how could she get him to search for the decibels, the carillons, the chimes and echoes of his serenity, of his salvation, of his liberation when he didn’t yearn for it? How could she aid him when he didn’t want to hold it himself, when he didn’t want to clench, seize and clutch the fiber of his spirit, throw it into vigor, force and might? She’d offered him a string, a cord, a strand of deliverance and redemption, yet, if he refused to take it, then her gifts wouldn’t, couldn’t, matter. Lena</style> |
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iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 02-19-2013, 06:03 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 02-19-2013, 10:33 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 02-26-2013, 07:31 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 03-17-2013, 07:47 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 03-21-2013, 09:13 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 03-23-2013, 07:25 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-01-2013, 07:12 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-06-2013, 06:51 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-13-2013, 07:56 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-20-2013, 06:09 PM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Kirottu - 04-21-2013, 08:57 AM
RE: iii. determination renewed || open - by Lena - 04-21-2013, 11:14 AM
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