I won't want for love (kheft, blitz)
May 20, 2012 20:18:25 GMT -5
Post by kneedles on May 20, 2012 20:18:25 GMT -5
I breathe in the soft smell of the honeysuckle and breathe out the soft strangling poison clenched tight around my heart, walk through the bones of fallen magpie attacked by insects and decay. Keeping my battered shoes in hand, stolen from a woman I don’t know where, I don’t know when, my bare feet feel the way through the green lichen and the fresh blooming columbine. Here, the forests bow to me and I spread my skirts out, curtsey back. A fine lady, a strong gentleman, what a couple we make. Look at how I’ve gathered up the bluebells and the grass into a bouquet, fresh and sweet; I am ready to be married to the earth. The trees are our congregation, the birds provide the music and you are all around me.
I am starving and I am sure that today, at long last, my body is dying. See the way the colors shift and seem to sparkle in the wood? Those are shadows come to glorious Technicolor, the ghosts of the past becoming brighter, corporeal while the grim darkness of the present slips slowly away. Now is the time. The way my stomach clenches in on itself is as comforting as your embrace and when my legs give way to the malaise I sink gently onto the carpet of leaves that you have laid out for me.
Pulling my bouquet to my chest I lay against the dirt- of dirt we were made and to the dirt we will all return- ready as an expectant bride, ignore the gasping breaths and dizzy feeling behind my eyes. I feel your approach before I hear it. It is in the soft whispers of the wind upon my parted lips like a kiss, otherworldly at first and then, with the crackle of approaching footsteps, realer than the ground beneath my body.
“I’ve waited for you so long,” I say in a hoarse voice, out of practise for many years, when the footfalls become ever closer. So long.