12-05-2020, 10:41 PM
WHEN I WAS ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD
MY PARENTS WENT WALKING
I HATE THOSE WICKED WORDS THEY'D SAY
Heavy the boughs laden with emerald adornment, within twisted limbs held pilfered tales, baleful witness bearing no ounce of affection for those who tread the soil their roots dominated. The mere fancy of a child, thoughts drawn across darkened threads until he may ponder nothing else. Upon edge had he perched, within peering as if answers may be plucked from dark depths, an unknown he seeked to pillage yet grew fearful of. Few the times within had he wandered, singular presence necessitating such passage, now he bore no need, only a desire that he may no place a reasoning behind.
Hesitation in first steps, the pale illumination discarded in favour of speckled shade, beneath canopy child swallowed whole. Alone, in some part, hushed the shuffle, undergrowth parting about miniscule creatures startled by movement, ignored for what lay ahead. Deep it lay, his only guide the beaten path, passage of those before marked in earth barren of all but clinging stalks of grass. Too soon the end, or it may simply have been his mind was elsewhere, far as paws continued without assistance, harsh the indraw.
Soil parting about claws, dug in until they ached, rolling hitch of his breath igniting agony. Panic stopped by little more than a distaste where it came to turning away, too far had he come to abandon his objective now. Yet he must, though by no means his own. Strange the scent that lingered upon gentle up draft, almost sweet. Prepared Foam to disregard the oddity before voice arose, forth ears drawn, lips parting about the shape of a frown, exposed tiny teeth in display rather far from threatening.
Again momentum began but drew to quick halt, confusion and anger at war in his chest, strained his drawn out words. "Not yours, not welcome." More arose yet stifled beneath sudden cough, I drawn drawn Foam, through almost closed lids other watched as he struggled through it. "Medusa's." Harsh whisper choked out between, each breath grown laborious as he fell relatively silent.
Hesitation in first steps, the pale illumination discarded in favour of speckled shade, beneath canopy child swallowed whole. Alone, in some part, hushed the shuffle, undergrowth parting about miniscule creatures startled by movement, ignored for what lay ahead. Deep it lay, his only guide the beaten path, passage of those before marked in earth barren of all but clinging stalks of grass. Too soon the end, or it may simply have been his mind was elsewhere, far as paws continued without assistance, harsh the indraw.
Soil parting about claws, dug in until they ached, rolling hitch of his breath igniting agony. Panic stopped by little more than a distaste where it came to turning away, too far had he come to abandon his objective now. Yet he must, though by no means his own. Strange the scent that lingered upon gentle up draft, almost sweet. Prepared Foam to disregard the oddity before voice arose, forth ears drawn, lips parting about the shape of a frown, exposed tiny teeth in display rather far from threatening.
Again momentum began but drew to quick halt, confusion and anger at war in his chest, strained his drawn out words. "Not yours, not welcome." More arose yet stifled beneath sudden cough, I drawn drawn Foam, through almost closed lids other watched as he struggled through it. "Medusa's." Harsh whisper choked out between, each breath grown laborious as he fell relatively silent.
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