Prologue

I am the form*In the skirts of cold,Toes nestled in the lake bedAs my pale arms stretchon the murky water,etched by hellAnd expecting no less*But todayThe ripples grow without wind,lapping at my jawCresting my earsDancing in rivulets of joyto a cadenceof throaty murmurs*And I awaken,Stretch güvenilir bahis my withered musclesFeel the pop of every brittle jointThe thump of my heartfills my chestHot blood*Rushes my skin*I breathe.RisingFallingBuilding*a rhythmAgainst the waterAnd open my eyes*A black güvenilir bahis siteleri bird glides low*Buried in his helmet of dry skin,His beady gaze burns down on meAs if to tell me that*his life is deathNot mine.*A second punctuatesThe thought*his wings clap,Feather fingers iddaa siteleri splayed,And he rises high,*Leaving meTo the murmur beside me*That becomes a voiceA voice that becomes words*Something realSomething human*Something that changes*Everything*I raise my headFrom the waterHair heavy*Neck straining*My fingers curl,Find another?sAnd a long moment pullsThe air from time*songs twitter from the treesFishtails flick my calvesOur fingers threadTogetherAnd lock*I turn my headLook into the sky*In your eyes*And I am soft again*