and bury it before it buries me
Today she wants to be any where besides the ocean. Which is so unlike her. Elena loves her seaside home, the way she can smell the ocean spray the moment she steps outside her door. But today, today Elena does not think she can bare to look out and across the water and see the nothing but endless blue sprawled out before her like a wide and gaping chasm. She submerges herself in the hospital. There are those who stay there, the long term patients, who Elena treats, who Elena laughs with, who she has seen cry when they thought she wasn't looking. There is an older woman who has been in the hospital since Elena first came here, Elena wants to bring her something. A flower, a small gesture, but one she would appreciate all the same. She exits the hospital and makes her way to the swamp. A flower for hope maybe she would find her. Even if hope was gone from the woman’s eyes.
Hope was foolish and fragile, but it spread faster than fire.
And sometimes—hope—was the only safety rope thrown in an ocean of misery.
Fire.
She thinks about that dream she had so long ago, that she had gone to the peak to pray about. When Terrastella had burned, and sometimes she still thinks she sees flames flittering between the trees and smoke rising in the air. But she blinks and then they are gone. There is not a single ember left behind.
There is a sense of dread in the pit of her soul. It feels like shadow birds that had tried to block her path in the woods. She shouldn't feel like this, not when she was loved by a man, a man that had danced with her, a man that had promised to remember her. But this dread, this warning, sits over her skin like silk.
She wonders what her life might have been like if she had stayed in Windskeep, fallen in love with a solider like so many of the other girls did. Had waited for him when he went to war, had children, had written love letters that he would look at before he went into battle. She wonders if she had chosen that life, if fate had led her there, if it would have been easier. She shies away from those thoughts though, feeling those ancient fissures yawning like mouths on the surface of her heart. Elena is a dangerous dreamer, because as often as dreams of the mast capture her, so too do dreams of all the possibilities.
She sighs, the sound of broken glass. Those pale blue eyes swim over the swamp, despite it being late autumn, there were still flowers in the humid environment. That is when she spots another, another she did not recognize. It was not common that outsiders found their way to swamp. Still, Elena does not shy away from her, she believes all are welcome and will continue to be welcomed in Dusk. A half smile turns the corner of her lips as the palomino walks towards her. Those blue eyes are bright like the autumn sky. “Hello,” she says almost too quietly, as if afraid she would disturb the water. “Are you lost?” She asks as a chill of empathy washes over her spine. Something of her past sparks in Elena’s gaze as the medic finds her eyes.
And that is when she realizes: this woman was blind.
Hope was foolish and fragile, but it spread faster than fire.
And sometimes—hope—was the only safety rope thrown in an ocean of misery.
Fire.
She thinks about that dream she had so long ago, that she had gone to the peak to pray about. When Terrastella had burned, and sometimes she still thinks she sees flames flittering between the trees and smoke rising in the air. But she blinks and then they are gone. There is not a single ember left behind.
There is a sense of dread in the pit of her soul. It feels like shadow birds that had tried to block her path in the woods. She shouldn't feel like this, not when she was loved by a man, a man that had danced with her, a man that had promised to remember her. But this dread, this warning, sits over her skin like silk.
She wonders what her life might have been like if she had stayed in Windskeep, fallen in love with a solider like so many of the other girls did. Had waited for him when he went to war, had children, had written love letters that he would look at before he went into battle. She wonders if she had chosen that life, if fate had led her there, if it would have been easier. She shies away from those thoughts though, feeling those ancient fissures yawning like mouths on the surface of her heart. Elena is a dangerous dreamer, because as often as dreams of the mast capture her, so too do dreams of all the possibilities.
She sighs, the sound of broken glass. Those pale blue eyes swim over the swamp, despite it being late autumn, there were still flowers in the humid environment. That is when she spots another, another she did not recognize. It was not common that outsiders found their way to swamp. Still, Elena does not shy away from her, she believes all are welcome and will continue to be welcomed in Dusk. A half smile turns the corner of her lips as the palomino walks towards her. Those blue eyes are bright like the autumn sky. “Hello,” she says almost too quietly, as if afraid she would disturb the water. “Are you lost?” She asks as a chill of empathy washes over her spine. Something of her past sparks in Elena’s gaze as the medic finds her eyes.
And that is when she realizes: this woman was blind.
so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me
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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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