SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HOLLOW | open

[SUITEKIT.]

THE TELLTALE HEART

I never learned to trust a love song
[size=9px]( cream tabby ; three months ; typhoon minnow )
It was not because the words were trite[/SIZE]

Untamed and above the base desire to enact a sense of fleeting control. Cruel the waves that arose in peaks adorned in a dwindling lace of foam, forth racing to a demise written against jagged peaks, a hunger insatiable made apparent by that held in shadowed depths. Yet kind it in turn, tranquil and soothing with the hushed hum as the tide arose, creeping forth and retreating in similar manner. A force of nature, that both shrouded in the danger afforded the unknown and the beauty revelled in by those past.

The ocean, beyond the notion of identity hung upon unbowed neck those seeking the simplicity of the known to understand, bore no care for those who walked sand lined shores.

She knew this, at least within base manner the mind of one suspended in such a time of life may come to do so, and crushing the fear that arose until restricted each breath. Always was it there, lingered within peripheral vision, intrusive presence inescapable no matter the distance she traversed. And so she gave up.

Cool that which lapped at wandering paws, sodden the fine strands briefly laced with foam before it too fled, once more grasping at thin wrists as the tide swept close again. A repetitive action, cycle unending. Where her own actions not as such, basic desire a whim she answered, tending what she might as the ocean answered its own beckoning call. Broken the stream of her wandering thought beneath the arising lilt, a melody bearing crackling edges, grief a veil in fading voice.

Forth did Suitekit stumble, abandoned the surf in favour of supposed origin point, found only when the brief questioning drew her attention. A siren she may not deem herself but to child she was, tentative the little smile curling about pale lips. "You have a very pretty voice, miss."

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