you carry my fears
as the heavens set firethis is safe.
you feel the gentle whoosh of your mother’s heartbeat, the soft whirring of her stride as she walks. you are only disturbed occasionally by the gentle bump of your brother against you; and it’s alright. he makes it alright. because he is safe too.
but then there is something that squeezes your sides, her sides, and you feel the walls of your home closing in on you. you kick, and you would scream too if someone could hear you, but it’s no use. the womb has given the eviction notice and you’re due out time: n o w.
it’s a shame, really. your mother was comfort, she was your world – and now suddenly that world is replaced with bright colors and loud noises. you feel the ground beneath you; solid, no longer humming with the gentle presence of her. you are alone, it is heart wrenching and catastrophic all in one. eulalie… you hear her name on your father’s lips like a breathless whisper. you’ve heard that voice before, muffled of course, but it was a constant source of solace while you were safe.
you gather these newly discovered limbs beneath you, attempting to push against them and rise above the dirt. it’s a hard thing to do; to learn how to walk just moments after you’ve been catapulted into a world that is so different than what you’ve known. but it is necessary, something in your bones urges you on-ward. it takes a minute or so, but before long you are standing on shaky stilts – watching your mother heave with effort and your father’s brow pinch with worry. he is golden, like you, like the sky now shifting from dark to light. and you soak in his presence for just one moment before your attention is directed at the heaving sides of your ivory mother (like the clouds overhead, soft and beautiful).
you are not alone for long; regis slips into this new world with a forceful shove. it’s easy to understand why he’s smaller for you; he didn’t get enough, something happened to him that you can only vaguely piece together – just barely there in the back of your mind. now though, you are left only watching him before you feel yourself take a tender step towards him, the baby pink of your lips pressing against the crook of his neck.
we are safe now.
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sorry for the crap post but i wanted to get this doneee
