12-04-2020, 03:44 AM
WHEN I WAS ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD
MY PARENTS WENT WALKING
I HATE THOSE WICKED WORDS THEY'D SAY
The meagre significance imparted to the passage of time rendered null, from mind striped until there was nothing. A falsehood itself such, the darkness that occupied the cavernous space mind explored apparent, weightless but present. Disturbed, at times, lids shuttered over once luminous depths alight with thought that spiralled through quietened mind, alive once more. Fantastical each building block atop another placed, the reality discarded acting as foundation.
Within witness the slumbering child to the never still waves as whipped into frenzy was Foam laced surface, pristine the arc sky carved above, tranquil beyond waves that sought him. Alone his perch on false shore, lonesome even as the cycle of day and night ended with fall into this dream scape, the seconds passing until he may not count each and know how he withered. He felt it. Somehow his mind grew tired of the notion, burned with a heat that left prone child sweltering beneath covering, dutiful the eyes that watched over and tended.
There seemed nothing but the heat, mind framing in it harsh illumination scouring golden grains, broken their even field by claws that dug deep grooves.
It was no sand he felt, wood scraped against, the irritation unlike the organic material he was rested upon, the real and the fantasy joined in confusing fashion. Back lips shifted, exposed small points and begun anew his pacing, quickened pace, heart hammering until it seemed caught a bird furiously beating against the bars of its cage occupied heaving chest. The ocean screamed, raucous calls from sea faring birds answering, a cacophony that forced halt. Upwards paws travelled, harsh the prick, felt the manner skin tore and blood trickled, a pain dull but real, his own voice stolen.
"Rhine!" Throat drew tight, almost lost the name that adorned lips adorned with crimson, stinging with each shift, copper and salt together drawn across dry tongue. Realisation slow, mind wishing nothing of the world present that arose in dark hues, wood and concrete together joined beneath dwindling light. Pleasant the dream, agonising this that awoke feverish pain, dry the sudden heaving that forced him to turn onto his belly. There was nothing left, empty in a manner unfamiliar and terrible, hunger and that hollow ache contesting as mind reeled.
Hazey the pieced together scene. Alone, divider of a blanket constructed, flimsy framework holding it aloft. Behind wood dominated, arising forth until met with shallow roof, a slant forcing eyes away, nausea creeping up throat once more. Sound beyond, voices and movement, stilled as his cry resounded yet begun again. None worried, cared to check. Had he done this before, awoke with a name or wordless cry before taken once more, routine to a point he may be left unattended. Harsh the thought that settled against aching mind, groan parting dry mouth, arising in a strained lilt.
Protest sudden and cruel, muscle constricting about bones that seemed to wish to break, once more silence prevailing. Aside curtain pulled and the clamour began. They knew he had awoken, forth stumbling even as they tried to stop, called for one and than another, names echoing and sharply embedding themselves into his brain. Rhinestonestar. They called as if the one who bore the name was not gone, cool beneath the sands he once presided over, broken whimper bypassing tightly pressed lips. Had he the ability tears may have spilled, for now only the thin trickle of blood did, brief the registry the imparted cuts were not a dream.
Forced once more to sit, dying the words as the medical building grew empty, few the stragglers left behind to watch him. Strange the flurry, how activity was pronounced beyond, voices calling even as the meaning was lost. Spoken of those two long weeks ago war, upon two sides the enemy crowded, fresh the worry that carved at his heart and forced him to unsteady feet. Yet he could not take even a single step, heavy his fall, perched once more on his haunches as mind swirled.
It seemed there was much Foamkit had missed, for now he merely focused upon breathing, forehead pressed to the floor between his paws.
Within witness the slumbering child to the never still waves as whipped into frenzy was Foam laced surface, pristine the arc sky carved above, tranquil beyond waves that sought him. Alone his perch on false shore, lonesome even as the cycle of day and night ended with fall into this dream scape, the seconds passing until he may not count each and know how he withered. He felt it. Somehow his mind grew tired of the notion, burned with a heat that left prone child sweltering beneath covering, dutiful the eyes that watched over and tended.
There seemed nothing but the heat, mind framing in it harsh illumination scouring golden grains, broken their even field by claws that dug deep grooves.
It was no sand he felt, wood scraped against, the irritation unlike the organic material he was rested upon, the real and the fantasy joined in confusing fashion. Back lips shifted, exposed small points and begun anew his pacing, quickened pace, heart hammering until it seemed caught a bird furiously beating against the bars of its cage occupied heaving chest. The ocean screamed, raucous calls from sea faring birds answering, a cacophony that forced halt. Upwards paws travelled, harsh the prick, felt the manner skin tore and blood trickled, a pain dull but real, his own voice stolen.
"Rhine!" Throat drew tight, almost lost the name that adorned lips adorned with crimson, stinging with each shift, copper and salt together drawn across dry tongue. Realisation slow, mind wishing nothing of the world present that arose in dark hues, wood and concrete together joined beneath dwindling light. Pleasant the dream, agonising this that awoke feverish pain, dry the sudden heaving that forced him to turn onto his belly. There was nothing left, empty in a manner unfamiliar and terrible, hunger and that hollow ache contesting as mind reeled.
Hazey the pieced together scene. Alone, divider of a blanket constructed, flimsy framework holding it aloft. Behind wood dominated, arising forth until met with shallow roof, a slant forcing eyes away, nausea creeping up throat once more. Sound beyond, voices and movement, stilled as his cry resounded yet begun again. None worried, cared to check. Had he done this before, awoke with a name or wordless cry before taken once more, routine to a point he may be left unattended. Harsh the thought that settled against aching mind, groan parting dry mouth, arising in a strained lilt.
Protest sudden and cruel, muscle constricting about bones that seemed to wish to break, once more silence prevailing. Aside curtain pulled and the clamour began. They knew he had awoken, forth stumbling even as they tried to stop, called for one and than another, names echoing and sharply embedding themselves into his brain. Rhinestonestar. They called as if the one who bore the name was not gone, cool beneath the sands he once presided over, broken whimper bypassing tightly pressed lips. Had he the ability tears may have spilled, for now only the thin trickle of blood did, brief the registry the imparted cuts were not a dream.
Forced once more to sit, dying the words as the medical building grew empty, few the stragglers left behind to watch him. Strange the flurry, how activity was pronounced beyond, voices calling even as the meaning was lost. Spoken of those two long weeks ago war, upon two sides the enemy crowded, fresh the worry that carved at his heart and forced him to unsteady feet. Yet he could not take even a single step, heavy his fall, perched once more on his haunches as mind swirled.
It seemed there was much Foamkit had missed, for now he merely focused upon breathing, forehead pressed to the floor between his paws.
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