murk, the demon's constant companion; asperas existed in a void, alone save the primitive whims of an underdeveloped mind and the blind sensations of a muted, shadowcloaked world. here, the unchild controlled all. here, nothing changed.
until it did.
the whispers of change flitted in along on the wind, carried to the changeling in stolen snatches of daytime dreams and tiny flashes of clarity like fleeting glimmers of distant stars. the heavens were singing, and their song was meant only for asperas. the spiderling's head lifted, mouth working in a howl that began in silence and died as a paltry shriek. eyelids parted for the first time, tearing apart unpleasantly as if they had been joined as one. the shift in darkness was minute —
but to asperas, it was the world.
light, dim yet glaring — the sandpaper texture of the den ceiling, god to the unchild now. asperas shrieked again in hateful reverence, in exalting abhorrence.
you are mine —
the den and its muted glow; the shadows at her side; the world in all its graceless imposition;
— and you will bow.
until it did.
the whispers of change flitted in along on the wind, carried to the changeling in stolen snatches of daytime dreams and tiny flashes of clarity like fleeting glimmers of distant stars. the heavens were singing, and their song was meant only for asperas. the spiderling's head lifted, mouth working in a howl that began in silence and died as a paltry shriek. eyelids parted for the first time, tearing apart unpleasantly as if they had been joined as one. the shift in darkness was minute —
but to asperas, it was the world.
light, dim yet glaring — the sandpaper texture of the den ceiling, god to the unchild now. asperas shrieked again in hateful reverence, in exalting abhorrence.
you are mine —
the den and its muted glow; the shadows at her side; the world in all its graceless imposition;
— and you will bow.
date: 06/06/2021
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