Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Maybe it was a dream again – like a whisper, like a sonnet, like a psalm, like a prayer. One moment, she’d been going to snag at more supplies, and the next, within a haze, a midst, of likes she’d never seen.
And rather than be scared, because it’d be an automatic reaction, she froze – hands tucked down by her sides, fingers clenching together, she strived to understand just what was going on. Her eyes sharpened, honing in on the world around her – a beach, like those in storybooks, with painted figments of sand and seas, except this was black. Ochre, sable, and underneath her toes.
She withheld the shudder yearning to pierce and flail through her form, and with nowhere else to turn, nowhere else to go, she advanced, striding outwards, noticing others in the same predicament, but too uncertain, too strange, too confused to wander towards them. Instead, she glanced towards the holes lining the dunes, towards the shovels, towards the sky. Uncertain of what to do, how to act, the caretaker grabbed hold of one of the tools, and seemed to follow suit on what someone else must’ve accomplished (and what for – why?), digging into the sand.
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Lena digs!
And rather than be scared, because it’d be an automatic reaction, she froze – hands tucked down by her sides, fingers clenching together, she strived to understand just what was going on. Her eyes sharpened, honing in on the world around her – a beach, like those in storybooks, with painted figments of sand and seas, except this was black. Ochre, sable, and underneath her toes.
She withheld the shudder yearning to pierce and flail through her form, and with nowhere else to turn, nowhere else to go, she advanced, striding outwards, noticing others in the same predicament, but too uncertain, too strange, too confused to wander towards them. Instead, she glanced towards the holes lining the dunes, towards the shovels, towards the sky. Uncertain of what to do, how to act, the caretaker grabbed hold of one of the tools, and seemed to follow suit on what someone else must’ve accomplished (and what for – why?), digging into the sand.
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Lena digs!
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
