07-11-2021, 01:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-13-2021, 12:02 AM by Riannon. Edited 2 times in total.)
[narrow width=800]
she wavers at the peaceable shores;
this evening is heavy, and she is spent and ragged and drawn. wonders often at her will for this wild pilgrimage.
her children remain night-lost; tear-caught and dream-cleft. even worlds away, torn from all thought and time, still she remembers the print of him against her. woven within her, despite that spiritual peril. writ into what was left of her godsravaged soul. the voice of her dream still echoed in her ears, her halved heart; those phantom, featherlight touches come to haunt her, remind her.
she ebbs and flows. tethers and untethers.
tired, gauzy-eyed; kept in that half-vision that always took from her more than it gave. hovers and perches within her mind, unwanted yet coveted.
aėrith frowns. takes a deep, hitching breath. presses her eyes shut against the dark lashline to stifle the threatening gleam there. chooses not to look into this mirror of moonwater by these thrumming, unending falls.
instead, she lets the montane air shiver the spring of her lungs, to make room if but for a moment; lets all things unmentionable and unspeakable and unknowable leave her until she must breathe out and make room for it all ( of them, of him ) again within her.
she is savaged and agonal.[/narrow]
mostly for @Crux but any welcome ♡
she wavers at the peaceable shores;
this evening is heavy, and she is spent and ragged and drawn. wonders often at her will for this wild pilgrimage.
her children remain night-lost; tear-caught and dream-cleft. even worlds away, torn from all thought and time, still she remembers the print of him against her. woven within her, despite that spiritual peril. writ into what was left of her godsravaged soul. the voice of her dream still echoed in her ears, her halved heart; those phantom, featherlight touches come to haunt her, remind her.
she ebbs and flows. tethers and untethers.
tired, gauzy-eyed; kept in that half-vision that always took from her more than it gave. hovers and perches within her mind, unwanted yet coveted.
aėrith frowns. takes a deep, hitching breath. presses her eyes shut against the dark lashline to stifle the threatening gleam there. chooses not to look into this mirror of moonwater by these thrumming, unending falls.
instead, she lets the montane air shiver the spring of her lungs, to make room if but for a moment; lets all things unmentionable and unspeakable and unknowable leave her until she must breathe out and make room for it all ( of them, of him ) again within her.
she is savaged and agonal.[/narrow]
the staff team luvs u