LJ Idol Week 2
Come hither and I will show you wonders beyond what you’ve ever seen. Come with me, little mouse, and we will be quite the pair, indeed.
It slithers into your life, hissing sweet surrenders into a naive and innocent little ear. Grinning a scaley smile, eyes blink curiously at you; full of questions and eager to learn about a sad little mouse that no one cared to know before. It beckons you with its tail and so you go, charmed and intrigued.
A forked tongue tickles your small, fuzzy chin and you squeak a mousy giggle. You twitch your tail and it shakes its own; you walk from side to side and it slithers to and fro. It was a dance that required no practice, both matching step for step. Fur to scales and loving embraces, beating hearts made up for stark differences.
You crawl upon its flat, smooth head and it lifts you up to unknown heights. Higher and higher, towards the wide, open air which blossomed with puffy clouds and romantic colours of oranges and violets. You and me, just you and me; that was the promise.
A sudden flash of lightning and you fall, full of fear and uncertainty. The impact hurts and your body is sore. Coils wrap and surround, hugging you, sheltering you from outside terrors. Mistaken for comfort, you embrace back. Those sweet and beautiful coils love you and you love them in kind with blind fierceness.
It becomes harder to breath as you look up to see the being of your love flicking its forked tongue at you. Black eyes are no longer curious, the grin upon its scaled face no longer amiable and kind. The eyes are dead and the countenance is of open hatred. Shadows play upon your lover as it opens its mouth, the mouth you kissed, that had kissed you once upon a time. Fangs, previously hidden away, now stretch and yawn into view. Ears droop, you continue to stare. It must be a trick of the light; if those shadows would go away, things would go back to the way they used to be. What happened to those wonderful heights, those joyful promises, those looks that, for once, you mattered in life?
You mattered for my life, came the virulent response. For without you, I hunger and starve. I feast upon your goodness and it fills my void within.
The spirit is broken, along with your bones. A small cry is lost in the waves of emotion and events. You feel dead but your body reminds you, with the faint beat of your heart, that you are not. Abandoned and forgotten, you lay there, unable to move and unable to process what had just happened. And then you feel it: the tender warmth of the sun upon your naked ears. Small, beaded eyes are swollen shut from sobbing in the night, but you slowly open them and manage to stand.
Like a newborn, everything had to be relearned again: how to understand and process information, how to function properly, how to breathe and be again. But it was possible. And upon finding yourself in the annals of childhood, a new version of you began to form and take shape -- scarred but stronger and far more wise.
It slithers into your life, hissing sweet surrenders into a naive and innocent little ear. Grinning a scaley smile, eyes blink curiously at you; full of questions and eager to learn about a sad little mouse that no one cared to know before. It beckons you with its tail and so you go, charmed and intrigued.
A forked tongue tickles your small, fuzzy chin and you squeak a mousy giggle. You twitch your tail and it shakes its own; you walk from side to side and it slithers to and fro. It was a dance that required no practice, both matching step for step. Fur to scales and loving embraces, beating hearts made up for stark differences.
You crawl upon its flat, smooth head and it lifts you up to unknown heights. Higher and higher, towards the wide, open air which blossomed with puffy clouds and romantic colours of oranges and violets. You and me, just you and me; that was the promise.
A sudden flash of lightning and you fall, full of fear and uncertainty. The impact hurts and your body is sore. Coils wrap and surround, hugging you, sheltering you from outside terrors. Mistaken for comfort, you embrace back. Those sweet and beautiful coils love you and you love them in kind with blind fierceness.
It becomes harder to breath as you look up to see the being of your love flicking its forked tongue at you. Black eyes are no longer curious, the grin upon its scaled face no longer amiable and kind. The eyes are dead and the countenance is of open hatred. Shadows play upon your lover as it opens its mouth, the mouth you kissed, that had kissed you once upon a time. Fangs, previously hidden away, now stretch and yawn into view. Ears droop, you continue to stare. It must be a trick of the light; if those shadows would go away, things would go back to the way they used to be. What happened to those wonderful heights, those joyful promises, those looks that, for once, you mattered in life?
You mattered for my life, came the virulent response. For without you, I hunger and starve. I feast upon your goodness and it fills my void within.
The spirit is broken, along with your bones. A small cry is lost in the waves of emotion and events. You feel dead but your body reminds you, with the faint beat of your heart, that you are not. Abandoned and forgotten, you lay there, unable to move and unable to process what had just happened. And then you feel it: the tender warmth of the sun upon your naked ears. Small, beaded eyes are swollen shut from sobbing in the night, but you slowly open them and manage to stand.
Like a newborn, everything had to be relearned again: how to understand and process information, how to function properly, how to breathe and be again. But it was possible. And upon finding yourself in the annals of childhood, a new version of you began to form and take shape -- scarred but stronger and far more wise.