tiny writing exercise i did below the cut. i might try to do these somewhat regularly? its an ara drabble
because the sun was in her ribcage when she was young
because she watched the birds flying, and flowers growing, and rivers glistening from her window, and she did not understand. she hummed and combed her hair and skipped around her room, not understanding why her tutors wore iron chains on their belts or why they eyed her nervously
the tutors told her not to listen to the whispers, and though she protested that the whispers only wanted to help, the tutors said they would mislead her. and harm would come to the city because of it.
the whispers chanted "join us, come dance, spill your sunlit blood and voice on existence, and we will sing eternal"
she stopped listening to them eventually, because she did not understand. even though she did not understand. her thoughts were still so foggy. everything seemed cloudier lately. her tutors got mad when she didnt understand their teachings, and she cried, and her tears flared, and singed the table
autumn and winter were hard for her. she couldnt get out of bed, could barely think. at least her thoughts werent so loud then. they didnt clutter. but she didnt know if it was worth it; it was snowy and rainy, and she was cold. the emptiness in her chest got heavier then. it seemed like it had been getting heavier for so long
did she understand? she wasnt sure. what the tutors said didnt make sense, but she believed it. she had to. she had to stay in the room. everyone said so. except for the whispers, but she barely registered those anymore. even her friend said so. he loved her, she understood.(?) but he knew. he was different from her, and they were different from everyone else. the sun was in her ribcage, and the storming sky was in his
why couldnt she cry anymore. why couldnt she bleed anymore. why couldnt she sing anymore. where was the color. where was the light, where was the music. she knew every notch and scuff in the stones of the room. she knew what the chains on her tutors belts were for. she knew why she thought wrong
everything was so cloudy now, but as she curled up on the windowsill, watching the birds with dull eyes, she understood.
