Onward

We were wrestling amid wraiths, wandering woefully through overlapping shadows, arduously against the heaving breasts of time. I tasted fear as it left your body in the from of sweat from your brow, and licking my lips, I beheld the haunt of horripilation form in waves across your writhing neck—leviathan calm in its cool waters, not dead but dreaming—through slimy stones in depths yet undreamt, and the ribboning of dancing, gargantuan eels layered beyond the great beyond where I stood before you laid eyes on me. Those seconds, each brought a stuttering whisper and then a hiss about a woman too young—a girl far too old, and both these sides of the blade did shimmer with the sound of sighing shanks sweeping under a thousand pounds of pressure. And through the faint call of the fog, folie de deux, subservient sylph, the strident symphony surrendered all faculties, and with stillness I fettered quietly the furtive man—the boy within, the maniac sedate.

On my knees, without a please, the further of my father, reached for me…my hand, unquestioning, reached back. And I was led away. I couldn’t stay.

On my side, devoid of pride, I whimpered painfully, on a cold restroom floor and stared at the empty frame of my open door. But you went away. You couldn’t stay.

With weighted panting, the beaten horse dying, the dragon slayer crying when realizing…he was the dragon persecuted; I coughed up blood and spraying flower patterned poetry across dingy white walls, I rose to the muted call.

One knee, then another, left foot up….white knuckled and sustaining…

Onward…

No explaining.

No complaining.

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