I Cannot Remember // {Avalon Blitz}

Hold my hand
It’s a long way down
To the bottom of the river.

I'd once caught the devil in the palms of my hands, and in return he'd gripped his twisted fingers at the base of my wrists. He marched my feet when he caught on to their soles, and as each step was made there was a cursed, marked trail that was left trodden behind. I'd once faced our mother and whispered, "I'm tired, I want to lay in bed.", and she uttered in reprimand ( "You're lazy, good for nothing-" ) And I felt her words incapacitate me as I nailed myself beneath sheets, a blue journal clutched in clammy palms and clenched teeth chattered in anger. ( "You're a Bad Wolf." )


I found my true home at the grounding of a river stream, perched upon  a giant rock that out looked to the other side whilst sitting upon it. It'd been frozen over in days like this, after a blizzard and when everyone was inside their homes- though, I found home in the bottom of the river where I'd tried to drown out my demons once. ( I tried holding their heads underwater for as long as I could- they had to drag my body from the river and I spit and sputtered like they'd tried to drown me. I guess I couldn't hold my breath for very long while drowning by my own hands. ) There was a boy who pondered around the ice topped river, his feet creating new marks- trails that had never necessarily seen the likes of any other. I pay no mind as he fixates his attention on what lies beneath, it was not my business to care.

The wolves will chase you
By the pale moonlight.
Drunk and driven
By a devil’s
Hunger.