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ㅤㅤi.ㅤlost and 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙.
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ㅤㅤi.ㅤlost and 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙.
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One of your earliest memory was a ground, where you had been slouching over, cold and damp.
You were dirty; mud over your trunk and limbs, blood flowing down your cheek. It had been two days. You remembered not if the rain always had the stench of iron like this, or it was from
You were dirty; mud over your trunk and limbs, blood flowing down your cheek. It had been two days. You remembered not if the rain always had the stench of iron like this, or it was from
your cries of help instead.
Indeed, it was barely spoken. You could not understand our language, let alone voicing your thoughts through it. You were puzzled, scared, shaken. You had none but the earth to swallow you, six feet deep, beyond cold and reach.
Hideous little
Indeed, it was barely spoken. You could not understand our language, let alone voicing your thoughts through it. You were puzzled, scared, shaken. You had none but the earth to swallow you, six feet deep, beyond cold and reach.
Hideous little
beast. Did you think we did not see you? Trampled under the skies that you were, threading across the thin string of spider web for a slithering selfishness to survive.
It looked silver to you, the string. The one we let down on you. Small might your hands be, but they gripped
It looked silver to you, the string. The one we let down on you. Small might your hands be, but they gripped
so tight, strong enough beyond your age. You were reaching, towards 𝘶𝘴; whomever would you deem as saviour.
“Aren’t you pitiful.”
Head hung low, you could not answer. There was a voice, but it was indecipherable.
“Come with us. Do you have anything in mind? A
“Aren’t you pitiful.”
Head hung low, you could not answer. There was a voice, but it was indecipherable.
“Come with us. Do you have anything in mind? A
revenge?”
Feeble might the understanding be. Your eyes were teary—one was lucid, another was bloody. The offered fingers were yet to be taken, our patience might be not at all so barren.
“Someone you want to live for?”
It did not work. We would of course, by a sense, rise in
Feeble might the understanding be. Your eyes were teary—one was lucid, another was bloody. The offered fingers were yet to be taken, our patience might be not at all so barren.
“Someone you want to live for?”
It did not work. We would of course, by a sense, rise in
frustration. Rising were the tension, cooled yet by the downpour. What of it? A proof of our weakness?
“Do you want to live, boy?”
𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, something easy to fathom, either for oneself or somebody else. Judging from your current condition, wouldn’t it possible that you had
“Do you want to live, boy?”
𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, something easy to fathom, either for oneself or somebody else. Judging from your current condition, wouldn’t it possible that you had
none to live for?
You would nod, of course. A desperate sign of perfection. As the wound kept on leaking, skin soaking—mayhaps we would return you into this mess of twinkling.
A strong grasp followed, and the last thing you remembered then was the amount of steps we took
You would nod, of course. A desperate sign of perfection. As the wound kept on leaking, skin soaking—mayhaps we would return you into this mess of twinkling.
A strong grasp followed, and the last thing you remembered then was the amount of steps we took
together, to a home that never was.
ㅤIt was 3910 steps,
ㅤfrom where you were found.
You were always counting, Mithra. It appeared that as you got older, the numbers became the last things you could speak in your own language. You could not understand why.
Perhaps, the
ㅤIt was 3910 steps,
ㅤfrom where you were found.
You were always counting, Mithra. It appeared that as you got older, the numbers became the last things you could speak in your own language. You could not understand why.
Perhaps, the
numbers were not as unforgiving as others. Foreign may they be, but they were less sentimental. Limited might they be, but they conveyed less worries as you had wished.
All those habits remained, even after you stayed. We gave you an eye to see, a treatment for your cause. We
All those habits remained, even after you stayed. We gave you an eye to see, a treatment for your cause. We
will never know if you could be cured—how long would we have to thrive? To run around? To lose ourselves?
ㅤOnly to be found in your hands
ㅤonce again,
ㅤundeserving, yet forgiving?
ㅤOnly to be found in your hands
ㅤonce again,
ㅤundeserving, yet forgiving?
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ㅤㅤEND OF THREAD.
ㅤㅤACQUIRED: stained 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 marbles.
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ㅤㅤEND OF THREAD.
ㅤㅤACQUIRED: stained 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 marbles.
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