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WindThere once was a deity who resided high up in the mountains. Her lungs were strong and her heart was full, and she watched the days go by with only one at her side: a large white dog. The dog was her greatest delight. Every morning after breakfast she and the dog would go outside and she would take care of its coat, running a silver brush through it. This took time. The brush would fill up quickly and she'd have to pluck the fur from it and start again. The dog remained patient, content within the moment: a bird whistle would attract his attention, or the sunlight would cause him to smile and pant, or if there was no sunlight the goddess' caress would lull him into staying still.
One spring morning, the goddess was eating by her shack's open window. She noticed that her long, straight hair, which normally hung around her waist quite still, was moving. There came a cool refreshing feeling washing over her. What could it be? She glanced at the dog, who had his eyes closed and a smile on
Coming to ShelterOrla could not sleep. She HAD been sleeping, but had woken up with icy tears covering both plump cheeks. The ewe's heart was as heavy as the snow falling outside, and as the snow muffled noise, so she muffled her heart when others were around. Only in evening, and only here in bed, would the mask crumble. With a ragged sigh, she wiped her cheeks and pulled a scarf on over her dress. She went to her jewelry box and plucked a strand of pearls from it, and a false flower, and put them on. She couldn't sleep, so she'd unload her troubles onto her lord.
As a lone figure in white nightclothes, she blended in with the snow. She hurried. She couldn't remember another winter that had been as cold as this, but fortunately the place of worship wasn't far away. In the pew, her breath misted and she had to fold her arms under her sleeves and rub them.
Staring up at the lone window, she spoke to the empty stone chamber. " Julian has left this morning." She began to weave a braid into the middle
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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