02-25-2020, 11:18 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Perpetual cycle. Limited the fine grains encased within the fragile shell of glass, quiet the trickle cascading through the thin pinch of neck. Wrought within the dark wash of crimson that which began and drew a stark conclusion, matched each in the encompassing press of rich shadow.
Marred the softness of smoke laced hues, apart set until the eternal conquest of shade and light cast uneven a field upon unsuspecting youth. Closed the soft pink depths of mouth, though parted lips as nostrils widened in the draw of first breath, stuttering exhale bringing forth with it a jarring cry. Startled by the pitch of his own utterance, displeasure almost within next. Minuscule seemed the paws decorated with the gentle speckling of ivory waving about, useless the bid to silence intrusive noise. New all that coalesced into the quiet song of life, sweetened the bitter notes of clinging flora beneath the presence of rich milk.
Another, unkind the first touch though soft that which struck the upward turn of black hued visage. Useless the close of gum lined jaws, batting against the softness of unstable ground paws until some semblance of hold was achieved. There was no speed within the movement of tiny body, of no use the kick of back legs as the squirming motion of chest did little to draw him forth, following the leader as it were. He knew not the time it took to find what was sought, warmth a draw until pressed into the swell of stomach was his nose, greedy the manner of his nursing.
Or at least such is how it began. Near as soon as it began lulled the child, milk leaving about lips a film, exhausted what little energy he once carried.
Marred the softness of smoke laced hues, apart set until the eternal conquest of shade and light cast uneven a field upon unsuspecting youth. Closed the soft pink depths of mouth, though parted lips as nostrils widened in the draw of first breath, stuttering exhale bringing forth with it a jarring cry. Startled by the pitch of his own utterance, displeasure almost within next. Minuscule seemed the paws decorated with the gentle speckling of ivory waving about, useless the bid to silence intrusive noise. New all that coalesced into the quiet song of life, sweetened the bitter notes of clinging flora beneath the presence of rich milk.
Another, unkind the first touch though soft that which struck the upward turn of black hued visage. Useless the close of gum lined jaws, batting against the softness of unstable ground paws until some semblance of hold was achieved. There was no speed within the movement of tiny body, of no use the kick of back legs as the squirming motion of chest did little to draw him forth, following the leader as it were. He knew not the time it took to find what was sought, warmth a draw until pressed into the swell of stomach was his nose, greedy the manner of his nursing.
Or at least such is how it began. Near as soon as it began lulled the child, milk leaving about lips a film, exhausted what little energy he once carried.