4 . 5 . 2009



crash crash thud
blood blood blood
rip tear rip
flood flood flood

How did we get here? Why did our story turn this direction? Wasn't their enough trauma in the world already.

I remember the day that she chose him over you. As we stood in disbelief, that she would go to a creature that lacked the youth and dexterity you held. That she would see the thorns in his greasy old heart and think they tasted of the sweetest nectar, before she saw your fortress. That you were protection. My best friend, the rocky pillar, would come crashing down. Or had you done it before? It did not even matter. I knew some of the pain you felt, the day that old devil found me, chased me and fought me. Of course I was outmatched.

I remember the uncanny warmth of the sun. How I let it slip that he had hurt me too. And when you ran off because something was wrong, you didn’t come back. Told me to “Wait here” and "Don't let him see you". I wouldn't listen, surely you learnt that by now?
You know I can sense things, like most does. We sense unease. And then I heard clattering and yelling. Only to round the top of the hill, and see you in the distance.

Fighting that old bastard.






But I wasn't going to let you have this fight on your own. No. Call me stubborn, but the principle outweighed the logic. They day she went to him high and dry. And I was by your side. I was going to make sure I was still. Because you would do the same. So there you were, vision and attention locked on the the old man. Wait here? Don't let him see you?
They were just words, that failed to procure actions.
I ran over, screaming with anger as I did, reared up and stood my ground. We stood out ground.
I remember the disbelief in your eyes, shock and anger.
Maybe a hint of relief.

It didn't matter. We were fighting this one together.

And when he finally ran off, we paused, breathing heavily. Our fine pelts shredded. The ground stained with our blood.
Strong blood.

It didn't even matter in the end.











We still had eachother.