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Into the Forest--the awakening
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 Created on 4-2-07
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Monday, January 22, 2007
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 The tail fell piece by piece as the day wore on. Underneath bore her human legs as before, they were red and raw and in very much pain. She finished the night laying in the grass with her head buried in her folded arms. She finally found sleep. As the sun rose and her eyes opened she looked to her tail, which of course were now two legs. She sat up and pulled them to her chest, her arms wrapped around the front on them. She didn't see the beautiful waterfall anymore, nor the water pond. No, she looks around and sees a wooden dresser reflecting her image in the mirror, her bed tusseled with covers from her restless sleep, and the sun shining through the window glass through the upturned blinds. Her skin did burn still yet. She grabbed lotion from the nighttable beside the bed, it was in the drawer. And she carefully soaked her body in it, starting with her feet and then legs. She still hurt but it helped a little. She swung her legs over the side of the bed where the window was and peered out the blinds toward the forest in the far distance that was beginning to gradually bloom and to the mountains beyond it that looked faded. She didn't know how long she gazed but she finally dressed and walked outside. The world was loud and harsh. She heard car horns and people yelling to eachother in unfriendly manners. She saw trash littering paved streets. She saw her own carport littered with items she did not really need or did not have a place to put. She grabbed the orange freestyle bike from it's position leaning on the house and rode it toward the street, jumping the bike as she jumped off the curb of the driveway. She liked to feel the wind throw her hair around and the gliding feeling...but it reminded her of the forest and the meadow and the water, the rainbows of it's wind and water that danced upon her skin and pulled through her hair. She only went down the road and spun the bike back around, hopped back upon the sidewalk and parked the bike against the house once again. She walked to the back of her car and lay on the back looking up to the tree that towered over her driveway. The leaves were just budding but what there was of them danced back and forth in the wind with the sun glaring between them.  "Welcome back to life" she thought as she heard a voice yell for her to "get in the damn house" and asking "what the hell (she) was doing out there anyway"....She closed her eyes, took in a deep breathe, and pretended that she did not hear it.  |
Enayi awoke to a dry pain in her legs. It felt tight and as if the very skin were being pulled from it's bone. She screamed and curled into a fetal position holding her tail at the shock. When she opened her eyes she looked to her hands and saw them bloodstained. She sucked her breath in deep and calmed herself immediately. She looked to her tail. Her fluke was dry and brittle, it had flaked and chipped away to almost nothing. Her tail was dry and cracked, hence the blood. It was splitting into two pieces. Her body ached for the water it needed to be moist and aquatic. There were ruts in the ground where she had be pulled out of the water. She didn't realize it had happened at the time. She looked toward a thudding sound she had heard and saw the swish of a horses tail disappear into the forest. She looked back to the water. The water had dropped in level. Sometimes the pain in her tail made her want to scream out but she held it within. She used her arms to try to pull herself to the water but the movement tore at her tail moreso, causing more pain. She knew if she could reach the water then she'd feel so much better, she would heal. So she tried to pull herself again. The water seemed so far away from her and her tail burned so much from each movement. Damn the centuar, why did he do it? Again she reached her hands forward in the bent grass and tried to use it to pull her body toward the water one more time, she closed her hands around the grass tight and pulled but of course the grass pulled up in vain and she threw her head down and her hair flew over her face. The sky was turning gray, the light did not dance upon the water as it had done before. It was quiet and still and as gray as the clouds. She hoped for rain. At least it would be water. But the rain did not come. There were rays of light that broke through the clouds here and there, unfortunately one ray was locked onto her skin that was already thirsting for moisture. It felt like somebody was poking her with a lit fireplace poker in various places upon her body or taking a knife and carving the tail off her lower body. Comments
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