Can the Owl feel my fury? See my blood as it boils in my veins?! How frustrating to not get the satisfaction of finding my flesh connecting with his. How embarrassing. My rage obscures. I miss. His betrayal hurts me like no-other. Surprising. Shocking even. I miss him. I truly don’t like sleeping alone. His presence alone is enough to fend off the hanging nightmares that plague my dreams.
Perhaps the Wolf is right. They are Lithmorran. They can never hope to understand. They will betray. Lie. Not to be trusted. But who then? Where can my loyalties lie ? Who is worthy of my trust?
The Ox loathes me. And still, I can’t help shaking off the want that I don’t want to want.
The Rat turns his back to me, eager to learn how to fly. I drag him down. I let him go. Maybe it will be good to see if he can soar.
The Snake. Oh, the snake. You are another kettle of fish altogether. I really don’t know what to do, or make of you. Slippery. I want to push you. Test you. Play with you.
The Bird. You lend me your secrets. And you bear mine. Neither of us looking at each other quite the same. Tip-toeing around each other now, both wishing we had never said a word. Wondering if the other will betray.
Wolf in sheeps clothing. I still wonder what manner of creature you are. I think I know. I wonder if you know I know? I am a little scared.
My nomadic mind.
It can’t think straight.
The wine made it worse.
But there was just a little taste..
Truly I am not drunk. (I can’t be)
But my silent protest.
At the world.
And all of those around me.
At myself.
And the injustice of it all.
Goes un-noticed.
I bleed out.
Meow?
