because i have timewell hello there. (; i got annoyed with that big long journal on my front page.
so now there's this short one. i hope you enjoy it.
~kairiful
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BreezeThere’s nothing in the room besides the breeze of your breath, and that makes you nervous. Where’s your voice, where’s your heart?Breeze
Blood stains your sleeve and you wonder, absently, if it’s there, your heart, blossoming out onto your skin, out of the slices you put there, out of the words that you wrote. Big, black, mean letters, written over a litter of small cuts. “I want to be free” it screams. You trace it with your tiny fingertips and find that there’s something else in this room – love. And you don’t know why or what it means that it hits you like it does but it’s hard and
by ~kairiful
The Village Keeper: fiveShe wakes up before the sun, stirs against me, presses her nose into my neck and smells my fur. I don’t know why, but this is her morning ritual. Then she gets up and stretches and together we eliminate all evidence of our fire. We’ve gotten good at taking the days in small steps. Sometimes I wonder what we’re looking for, but I never let myself wonder long. Stupid as it sounds, I kind of like the mystery.The Village Keeper: five
“C’mon,” she says. This is the first, and probably only, word of the day. She doesn’t say my name anymore, if she can help it. Our names connect us to the past, after all, and all she wanted
by ~kairiful
The Village Keeper: fourThe biggest (physical) mark of how long we’ve been running, is me. Since we’ve started, my fur has become matted, the bright amber of my eyebrows and muzzle and chest and legs and chin has dulled into an aging copper. Wisps of grey have appeared under my eyes. I know because, sometimes, when my girl is in a particularly bad mood, I wander off to a pond or river or creek or lake, whatever’s close, and stare into the clear water. I don’t see any of me left in my face.The Village Keeper: four
Sometimes, I’ll see her, a long way down the bank, far enough that she couldn’t see me if she looked up, and see her looking at herself,
by ~kairiful
The Village Keeper: threeA long time ago, when she used to hitch a piece of cloth to my throat and take me through town, people would cringe when they saw me. Children would try to play with me, and I would try to play with them, but mothers and fathers would gasp and tear them away from me. I never understood why. My girl never explained. I loved little kids; I loved their sweet chubby faces, the light in their eyes. Most adults bothered me, though, because of their harsh eyes and sharp mouths, but I had always wondered about their minds. My girl was in between, so she was okay. She was everything. I mean, without her, I would have died. So I had to at least think oThe Village Keeper: three
by ~kairiful
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the things we can't remember-you have my ring, you know. my thick silver one that says my name. you used to wear it on your pinky because your fingers were too big, clicked it annoyingly against glass surfaces. you also probably still have several of my socks, sticky gummi bears, and the necklace you took from my kitchen and promptly broke.the things we can't remember-
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illumination. she goes by danielle.illumination.
she borrowed it from her dead aunt because she can't stand her actual first
name - charlotte. she says it reminds her too much of the serial killer charles
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lesser-known options.] danielle sounds much lovelier, she says, like some kind of yellow wildflower. perhaps she's thinking of dandelions, which are actually
weeds, but i've never told her that.
it doesn't really matter, because i secretly call her charlotte anyway, just in
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