art by Morgaine Faye
I writhe beneath your gaze, the fierceness of your black, animal eyes singeing the hair on my body. The leaves crunch beneath me on the forest floor, my head rests on a bed of moss. In the darkness I hear small footsteps as little lives scurry past my ears, I hear the insects as they work their way through the soil. I open my chest to you, offering up my heart and other precious organs. Suddenly, my mouth is flooded with the taste of iron, your muzzle stained red as I am devoured and fall further into the gentle arms of the Earth.
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Once, I slept as a mountain, dreaming through many thousands of years. Pieces of me carried South with the water, pieces of me carried North with the wind. Every cloud and star had a name that left my head upon waking. The Sun was my day skin and the Moon my night. Hunters made their homes deep within me. I was never still but instead the whole of me followed gently and passively the steady tumble of the rest, through the void.
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The winds held us aloft until we had come to the desert. We drifted off to sleep to strange and unfamiliar bird cries, not quite a caw but something similar. As we slept, the sands scoured our skin away, leaving only bones, the wind making instruments of us as it sang and whistled it's way through the cage of who we were. The darkness grew and we were no longer there. We were the blackness between, a blanket for the stars to rest in.
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