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04-24-2013, 11:38 AM
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I am rattled. Today you spoke and I ran. I ran from the sound of your voice ringing in my ears for the first time. I am ashamed, I am shocked; I am incapable of handling the situation as I should. I am grown now, or at least as grown as I will ever be. The world around me has not truly changed in any significant way, but I have changed from within it. I have lost some of the stupid and fearless ambition of my twisted youth and instead have grown to favor more practical pursuits. I have melded wings to my flesh and compromised the purity of my pursuits. I have lived under command and been cast from my place beside desert queens and ice kings. I have earned magic only to abuse it. I have lost you. But through all of that you found me once more. And through all of it you have stayed silent and loyal. Today we had lain beside each other, you resting from the day's journey and I wide awake, firmly watching over the surroundings with pus-colored eyes. I had not slept, for I never sleep. And then you had spoken in that new voice of yours, as if you had known it was there all along and only chosen now to trust me with the gift of hearing it. I cannot cast the sound of your innocence from my mind. You had sounded so young and wise as your voice mixed with a faint purr and an arch of your cat's back. You had asked me a question. Was it to be the first of many? And what to even say? What do I say on that fateful day when you ask me why I hurt you? My organs seem to churn even as they rest rotting in the cage of my bones and sagging flesh. My bare rump lifts and falls as I run and stagger back to the marsh where I first woke up. When I first woke up... that was what you asked me. Brother, can you tell me the story of the day you first woke up? That was all you said. And then I remembered the ravens, the blasted beasts pecking at my eyelids and ripping apart my sides. Now I stand alone at the edge of the marsh, waiting for you to catch up with me. Surely you will find me again. You always find me. A tattered ear swivels from its place as I find a distraction. A mare dark enough to almost blend with the day's premature shadows in the marsh, with her nose pressed to the water's surface. Once I had awoken to birds pulling me from beneath that water. Once I had gasped to breathe, only to find that I need not. She speaks of zombies; creatures of the dead. Is that what I am, then? Am I really defined by no more than a word as brash as that? I become aware of your presence suddenly and fear fills my. You stand before me like a shadow crossing over my still heart. I am sorry. It is the first time I have ever apologized to anyone. It is the first time I have spoken to you. I expect a reply, but find nothing more than your firm and steady fire-filled gaze meeting my own. You understand, but you speak no more. Someday I will tell you the story, brother. The same silence. The same trusting glance with the faintest edge of hurt, until you turn from me and walk towards the mare by the water. You are suddenly brave and strange. The fiery touch you possess trails behind in the burned wisps of dying grass. You introduce us in silence coming to the mare from behind and casting a reflection in the water she watches, and I can do nothing but follow, ashamed. I stumble after you, looking for all the world like a fool and a follower. I have never been a follower before.  |
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