05-08-2021, 12:43 AM
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The bay was oppressive.
From the black sands that spilled out like slick oil against the ground, to the waves that had birthed her to this place and swept away her memory of anything meaningful but for a sense of loss, it made her sick. She had tried to stay there, find a comfortable spot to rest and figure out what was going on, but as the days passed she found no more peace than pain.
So she had abandoned it, left it to the decorated woman who had swept through and swept away just as quickly.
Onwards she had drifted, paws leading her through lands that had no meaning for her, no truth. There was no home here and she was in pain constantly - emotional turmoil pulling at her from within. She had no faces in her mind, barely snippets of potential names, only blurry forms through shadows. It was as if she was within the sea still, looking out into the sky that was her life. The water covered her eyes, stinging them, blurring her vision and forcing her to take deep, gasping breaths of nothingness.
It was in that nothingness she found herself one late evening, the darkness of night surrounding her even as the thick mist settled upon the field, distant trees barely breaking up the silhouette of darkness. She'd come earlier, early enough to watch the sun drift to sleep over the far horizon and the sky above darken into nothingness. Early enough to see the moon in its tiny sliver slip up over the land, mocking her. Early enough to listen to the gophers as they sang their good nights and quieted for the night.
She sighed and nestled deeper into the crook of a tree, its roots digging into her but she did not care. For at least the pain in her back was real.
From the black sands that spilled out like slick oil against the ground, to the waves that had birthed her to this place and swept away her memory of anything meaningful but for a sense of loss, it made her sick. She had tried to stay there, find a comfortable spot to rest and figure out what was going on, but as the days passed she found no more peace than pain.
So she had abandoned it, left it to the decorated woman who had swept through and swept away just as quickly.
Onwards she had drifted, paws leading her through lands that had no meaning for her, no truth. There was no home here and she was in pain constantly - emotional turmoil pulling at her from within. She had no faces in her mind, barely snippets of potential names, only blurry forms through shadows. It was as if she was within the sea still, looking out into the sky that was her life. The water covered her eyes, stinging them, blurring her vision and forcing her to take deep, gasping breaths of nothingness.
It was in that nothingness she found herself one late evening, the darkness of night surrounding her even as the thick mist settled upon the field, distant trees barely breaking up the silhouette of darkness. She'd come earlier, early enough to watch the sun drift to sleep over the far horizon and the sky above darken into nothingness. Early enough to see the moon in its tiny sliver slip up over the land, mocking her. Early enough to listen to the gophers as they sang their good nights and quieted for the night.
She sighed and nestled deeper into the crook of a tree, its roots digging into her but she did not care. For at least the pain in her back was real.
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