MistressLex
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I wake to feel the stones or pebbles on the side of a small river touching my face i am laying next to the water in the clearing, the woods beyond. The cool night air, the almost full moon high in the sky illuminating the night.
I blink and rise, pushing with my arms they are feeling a little heavy and awkward like a new born deers when they try to stand for the first time.
The stones crunch and click as I move up I hear them clearly but ignore their shifting.
The waters sound irritates me, but I walk next to the stream looking for signs of life, of light...heat.
I walk into the woods and come the shadows pulling and hurting, but I'm numb from the time in the water...
In the distance I see it... fire it flickers and dances
The twins lions lingering in front of it. Warming themselves. I want to be as warm and alive as I recall them next to the fire they glance and see me the shadows clinging to me and cut me with their claws as they chase them away...but I don't mind... I feel warm again... the numb being eaten away slowly...so slowly... but I feel it . The embers of anger ...the passion of change. And soon I'm kneeling before the fire bleeding... crying in rage... waiting to burn down the whole damned forest.
I look into the blue eyes of the twin lions As the rest waiting for me to stop bleeding, I wake up.
I blink and rise, pushing with my arms they are feeling a little heavy and awkward like a new born deers when they try to stand for the first time.
The stones crunch and click as I move up I hear them clearly but ignore their shifting.
The waters sound irritates me, but I walk next to the stream looking for signs of life, of light...heat.
I walk into the woods and come the shadows pulling and hurting, but I'm numb from the time in the water...
In the distance I see it... fire it flickers and dances
The twins lions lingering in front of it. Warming themselves. I want to be as warm and alive as I recall them next to the fire they glance and see me the shadows clinging to me and cut me with their claws as they chase them away...but I don't mind... I feel warm again... the numb being eaten away slowly...so slowly... but I feel it . The embers of anger ...the passion of change. And soon I'm kneeling before the fire bleeding... crying in rage... waiting to burn down the whole damned forest.
I look into the blue eyes of the twin lions As the rest waiting for me to stop bleeding, I wake up.