NaPoWriMo #22
WITH OUR MANY HOOVES
We want you to know that we love you. We treasure the golden locks of your hair, and want to kiss your sweet lips. The way you look down and smile, unsure how to deal with the smallest compliment makes our hearts lift up in our throats. We are sorry we are a large herd of angry bulls, charging toward you, about to kill you. We cannot control our instincts, cannot counter the inertia of our rampage. We cannot act or think as a group except to feel, together, wildly and passionately a longing, desire and sorrow so intense regarding you. You have set us ablaze with your gentleness and intelligence.
You can never know how each of us scream with desperation to our legs, to our muscles to STOP. To at least divert ourselves in any direction other than the one that will surely lead to your destruction. To redirect our energy, to sacrifice ourselves, even, if it were to come to it. It is with bleak, bottomless despair that we resign ourselves to this: the destruction of the only thing we have ever loved. We are a large herd of angry bulls and we are deeply, deeply sorry. Our lives from this moment on shall be meaningless. Some of us will move on to live out our days in a haze of regret and darkest depression, while others will find ways to off ourselves, throw our bodies from cliffs or in front of oncoming vehicles massive enough to cause our end. But for now we are united in this singular emotion: we are wholly devoted to you, in love.
We want you to know that we love you. We treasure the golden locks of your hair, and want to kiss your sweet lips. The way you look down and smile, unsure how to deal with the smallest compliment makes our hearts lift up in our throats. We are sorry we are a large herd of angry bulls, charging toward you, about to kill you. We cannot control our instincts, cannot counter the inertia of our rampage. We cannot act or think as a group except to feel, together, wildly and passionately a longing, desire and sorrow so intense regarding you. You have set us ablaze with your gentleness and intelligence.
You can never know how each of us scream with desperation to our legs, to our muscles to STOP. To at least divert ourselves in any direction other than the one that will surely lead to your destruction. To redirect our energy, to sacrifice ourselves, even, if it were to come to it. It is with bleak, bottomless despair that we resign ourselves to this: the destruction of the only thing we have ever loved. We are a large herd of angry bulls and we are deeply, deeply sorry. Our lives from this moment on shall be meaningless. Some of us will move on to live out our days in a haze of regret and darkest depression, while others will find ways to off ourselves, throw our bodies from cliffs or in front of oncoming vehicles massive enough to cause our end. But for now we are united in this singular emotion: we are wholly devoted to you, in love.