I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES
Until now there had always been a cocoon of warmth, ever present and constant in her seemingly trivial little life. To this world she was unborn, but not dead. She would mean something to someone when she was borne unto this earth. She did not know who it would be, or maybe who they would be. Her parents – the beings held accountable for her creation, survival, and upbringing. And she would not be alone in those endeavors to grow and mature into an adult. She was surrounded by those who would share her pain and suffering in the wake of mistakes and stupid decisions, but they would also share in her joy and the utter happiness she would find in this new life outside of the womb. They all would. Mother, father, brothers and sister all of them finally united together in the same space. The pups would become fully conscious and aware of their new world, they would slowly learn about it through their senses. First through smell, then their sight and sound would come to them, and of course tangibility and touch. The world was in a process of rebirth, just as new lives were being brought into this world elsewhere in the land of Blossom Forest. This land they would all come home. Maybe one day they would run into each other, become friends, lovers, or enemies. One would not know until that very moment.
Right now she was coming into this first, to take her first breath.
A tremendous pressure built around her and pushed her and her siblings together. She kicked out from between her three siblings, escaping that unbearable compression that had suddenly come upon them. But it didn’t really stop, she felt them slip away from her and suddenly the contraction released and only she and her sister remained there. She before her sibling. And then it came back with a vengeance, powerful and suffocating. The walls that had once held her safe were now in the process of expulsing her from within. She kicked, she fought, but she could not overpower them, she was rendered helpless to the current of contraction pushing her forward towards oblivion. She was covered in a warm liquid as her body collapsed to the cold, hard ground from her mother’s body. And for a while she was cleaned and sheltered it seemed, but eventually that bodily warmth that cocooned the four of them was gone and in its wake was nothingingness. Cold chills ran down her spine, unable to control the violent shivering that convulsed her tiny bodice.
And after what seemed to be forever, a rough grasp took her from that little holed home and moved her back a warmth, but she found no source of nutrition and so she cried out. A small, tiny wail. Pitiful. And though her stomach twisted in knots, she found that exhaustion eventually took over her sleepless body.
A M I T Y||Justice ft. Artemis||Sister to Three||Alesana||
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