@Merrick
she woke with a start, panting.
the dream (nightmare?) clung to her, fleeing fast on rapid hoofbeats the way dreams were wont to do. a dark shadow, a nameless face. a menace. the rush of water, distant but dangerous -- and somehow, trapped between it all, the peril of her only child --
"merrick," indra gasped, shifting upright and crawling across the den. she had fallen asleep in a pool of golden sunlight and her child was nowhere to be found. her heart hammered against the spring of her breasts, and she pulled out from the den --
a little too fast,
a little too panicked,
but he was there, thank god: her shoulders fell as the panic unwound from her body. for reasons she could not name or say she stepped over to him and pressed her head gently to him; a gesture of holding and having and love - he was okay, it was all a dream -- right?
she woke with a start, panting.
the dream (nightmare?) clung to her, fleeing fast on rapid hoofbeats the way dreams were wont to do. a dark shadow, a nameless face. a menace. the rush of water, distant but dangerous -- and somehow, trapped between it all, the peril of her only child --
"merrick," indra gasped, shifting upright and crawling across the den. she had fallen asleep in a pool of golden sunlight and her child was nowhere to be found. her heart hammered against the spring of her breasts, and she pulled out from the den --
a little too fast,
a little too panicked,
but he was there, thank god: her shoulders fell as the panic unwound from her body. for reasons she could not name or say she stepped over to him and pressed her head gently to him; a gesture of holding and having and love - he was okay, it was all a dream -- right?
now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turning gold,
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
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let it spill quietly from your hands - by Indra - November 28, 2018, 10:17 PM