June 8, 2010 - 7:27am — nor
I touch.
I touch.
I touch.
Fingers don't care what they touch. They feel new flesh, raw and open. They feel warmth. They feel the red warmth. Searching like new roots as they search deeper. They feel hard cold bone, chipped and broken. Old worn bones, not young anymore are you? No, the fingers feel all. Organs beat slowly still, the blood can't find the veins it once rushed through. Instead it stains my hands, it stains the grass. Oh no, the flowers... They're already red m'dear. Already red you see? There, see such pretty rich colors by your bleeding body? Feel them, soft as your Chosen's fur. And just as fragile too. You've left her here. Undefended. I wonder how long before she is forced to follow your path as well. Or maybe not. She feels warmer than you. No heat. No heat. I feel no heat in your body anymore. You feel like stones. Stones that are covered in fawn's first blood when they fall on their knees.
Your red. Red. Red. You're like a poppy. Always seen in red. Always shown to a lover in red. Do you ever change colors? Do poppies ever change colors? No? Well then that suits you. You never change, never change, never change. Never bloom. Bloom like the red flowers that smell of your blood. Don't bloom, don't change.
I smell.
I smell.
I smell.
Water. You can't rise your sins this far from the water. You carry enough sins to make the devil stumble under their weight. You smell still of dirt. Dry dirt that clung to hair for days on end. No clean, no clean. Haha! You don't like to be clean do you? I smell oil, thick and strong. Blood doesn't smell like oil. You can't wash oil with water. They don't mix. Don't mix, don't mix, you're blood is too thick with it! Like air stuck in a closet for years before the curious child follows a dare to open the haunted house. You smell like the air that escapes the hinges when it opens. Age. age and live on till your can't count the times you've tried to remember your age. You smell of past due death. She's not happy you know. You've dodged her for some time. You dodge too much, and now your bones are dust. It makes me sneeze when I smell. You smell of aged dust.
I see.
I see.
I see.
Legs that run. Legs that ran. Ran after. Run Run you little legs! Haha! See how small they are compared to yours? But now..yours are done running. They can't run no more, not after such pretty little legs. Preeeetty. Little. Legs. Little legs carry little bodies. Little bodies carry little hearts. I see them, I see him. I see, I saw you run. You defended something you loved, just as they defended something they loved. I see you stop. I see them laugh. i see their smiles and laughter. I see yours. I see them tear up. Oh. Oh no how sad now. They cry for you? Tears for one who likes to see pain? But tears these are not of pain? they are of sadness! Tsk tsk. They waste their tears. You don't cry do you? I see you wear red like the ladybugs. Your soul is filled with black spots, but you like to wear red mostly. Be it your blood or some other deer's. I see you sit, you sit with your face int he stone. Haha! You make me laugh, you silly silly stag. Do you know your face will soon be as cold as that stone. Such a waste of a handsome face too. oh wait, it already is. That was before wasn't it? Was it no long ago, I saw you first? Now I see you here, on the ground again. But ti don't think you'll be getting up this time.
I hear.
I hear.
I hear.
Their cries. Her cries. The does who cry. I hear the pop and snap of bones. I hear the pumping of blood slowing down, down, down. They slowwww dooownnn. Haha! Can you hear? No? Hear how your heart has stopped beating? I have. They have. You must soon then. I can hear the beetles clicking in glee to feast on your dead body. You will provide their grubs with a home and your flesh with food. I can hear her song. Such a sad song. Can you hear? Can they hear? Can they hear? Can they hear? She sounds like the willow trees. Wind blows through her lips, through their leaves. They create sound, she creates song. Will you hear it ever again? I can. They can. They aaaaallll can. Hehehe....I hear his words, he hopes. He hopes you'll hear him. Come back come back! Don't die. You can't die, no father no! I hear her cries, his hushed words of comfort. Her ribs carry broken muscles, purple sights. He carries red eyes for his love. Are you jealous of their love? Have your heard their words to one another. Can you hear? Hear me jumping around you, oh jump. Jump jump! You moved, I followed, you interest me. You interested me. Now...well, you can hear I'm not jumping anymore.
I taste.
I taste.
I taste.
Copper. Do you think they would be upset that I tasted you? It's too tempting, so much of it! surely they wouldn't mind if you were missing a few drops. You're certainly not using it anymore. Mmm...You taste of copper. And grass. Bleh. I like your taste. It reminds me of home. Of my own wounds. They're here. Inside. I can't show you, but maybe one day... I'll show someone. I don't have as many as you but...Hmmm. Do you taste the sweet nectar, m'dear? Sweet and innocent almost, but so full of temptation. Like a peach. Soft and tender on the outside, juicy and luscious inside. You remind me of something....I wonder if they know what you taste like? Think that little doe of yours with the voice of a songbird would like a lick or two? Something to remember you by? Do you think she'd like that? Oh pretty boy, look here see. You've stained my hands and face with your red copper. That's not very nice. I'll have to make sure, every...last...drop.....is gone then from me. Have you tasted yourself love? You should one of these days...if you ever get up again that is.
Jump.
Jump.
Jump.
Jump
Oh look, more poppies!
Oh wow. The repetition is
The repetition is especially awesome. :3
[Oh! I thought it might be you. I saw your deer today.
Ama is curious.]
Wow, this is just
... reall i love it!
I have to admit i have my problems with longer english texts... i easily get tired towards the end and stop reading... but this one was was nice and fluif to read
the repetition really give a special atmosphhere to it.
well done =)
This is awesome, I love the
Got totally absorbed in this
wow. This is just... wow.