you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

quiet, whispered words fall upon deaf ears, not even a moment of acknowledgement given from the beast in draped in alabaster. hesitant to move closer, body swaying in the winds that rage wildly, the madness of the storm all around. waves crawl up the stone, hungry predators stalking the prey atop the cliff. it was as though the waves could smell the blood that stained the leopard's coat, and tried desperately to lap it up.

the wind was relentless, blowing against the ghastly translucent beaut, the force shoving her towards the end of the stony pathway. she brings herself to her knees, stumbling a few inches towards the white figure before slowly crumbling down to the earth, trying to be cautious as not to fracture her delicate shell.

her hushed words would do no good, her silent words would not be heard tonight, not by the dark tipped ears of this stag. she is closer to him now, if she had the ability to, she would likely have felt the heat from his body slipping away slowly but surely, leaving him cold, frostbitten from the inside out. she can almost see the years of pain and anguish, screams that fail to reach his frosted lips.

following cerulean pools, she finds herself colliding with darkness, empty, an open expanse of nothing. her heart sinks upon laying her multi-coloured eyes on this dark space, the Devil's face dancing in upon hooves set ablaze. a wicked grin settling itself upon a dark face, eyes small fires licking hungrily at bloodied features. black bones in the form of gnarled wings spread open wide, a small childish face appearing beneath the appendages. a mask that portrays no emotions upon the babe's features. eyes widen and heart races as she tries to crawl her way out of this hallucination, shaking her head violently to rid herself of these images that have cursed her for so long.

she tenses herself up as though bracing herself for someone to come down upon her, breaking this connection between soul and body. she wonders if she could have that freedom, have that wish granted, that wish that has gnawed upon her from her first waking moment in this glass jail. her fragile luminous body shakes beside the bleached flesh of the stud, her eyes shut tightly. nothing to soothe her but the loud pattering of rain upon her crystalline skin.

in this moment her fear is washed away in the rain, stolen away with each drop that his her skin, slipping down through her curvature and landing upon the earth. her mind does not panic upon being so close to a man, she finds comfort in his company, really, in the silence between them. it was this quiet, clear moment of pure nothing that she finds herself without a fear of being so close to a brute such as he. her lips twist into a small, fragile smile, the one you only give when you've found some level of serenity, some place to rest in a land where beasts of shadow do not roam. the thundering of rain upon her see-through skin does nothing but soothe her more, the dark clouds washing over her body, warping the reflection of the grey clouds upon her bodice. the faint red glow of her heart washing over the surfaces around her, concentrated upon the bleached form of the stallion before her, as well as the ground between them. her small, pulsing heart that clings so desperately to the insides of her jail, as though expecting the space to shrink with each passing beat. like how she is with the world around her, waiting for it to shrink down upon her, compress her into nothing.