Weeping Beeswax

Birdy

2,000, maybe 2000000 feet high, wings each the span of oceans.  Torn flesh, metal bones.  It sleeps on a mountain of rusted logs, woven together at the bottom like the work of an architect, yet scattered haphazardly on top.  The zeplens in its exposed silver ribs swell and compress with air as it breaths like a dying animal, struggled yet strong enough to make wind flow for miles.  The bird is still there, after all these years. 

Slowly, those ancient forgotten memories reform in my mind.  The hurricane bird.  Several months before… my silence.  We were walking to the ice caverns for food, beneath the north pole laid a feathered beast.  Terrifying, yet majestic.  Now it lays there half dead.  AM made many things like this sure, but the second he was bored of their existence, was the second it would end.  But here, standing right here, it still lies.  I don’t know how long it’s been, buts its been long enough for all the meat to have torn from its body in rot.  Long enough for AM to get bored of it.  Why is it still here, still alive? No matter how long I crawled, AM would never leave me alone long enough for me to ooze over here.  The details of the beast that made it a monster melted away with time.  AM never intended me to see this, no, AM kept it here, for himself.  His amusement?  Of course not, AM only enjoyed torturing others, and while the bird was in horrid condition, he never felt satisfaction from torturing his own, nonhuman, creations. 

He never mentioned the bird, it's clear he didn’t take care of it.  In fact this place seems completely untouched and- 

Yes, untouched!  It's still here!  A charred bush, several arrows, and a rudimentary bow.  The cold of the North Pole preserved all the wood.  It's all exactly where we left them. I remember the feeling of the wood on my hands, and the movement of my muscles as I threw them down in frustration.

“Useless, they’re not even strong enough to kill ourselves with, let alone that damned bird!  Thanks a fucking lot Nimdok!”

“Ted!  Nimdok didn’t do anything wrong!  All he asked for were some weapons, AM didn’t even hurt us with them, it just tossed them to us.”  Ellen scolded, her hair swaying like the leaves of a palm tree from the gust of each of each breath the Bird breathes.

“No harm?!” Gorrister growled.  “You're acting like this isn’t another torture!  AM is mocking us for Nimdoks brain dead request, he’s fucking dumber than Benny!  Giving us the weapons and they don’t even work.  We need food!  You were the one who asked for it Ellen!”

Benny started groaning “Hungryy.  Bird, need food, eat bird.  HUNGRY!”   He started screaming and banging on the floor with his massive ape fist.  Ellen rushed over to calm him down. 

“Shh shh, I know Benny, we’re all hungry.  There will be plenty of food once we get to the ice caverns ok?  I bet there will be some chicken soup, way tastier than some dirty old bird.  So don’t be angry, we’ll eat soon” She spoke gently in her Nigerian accent, she always had a habit of code-switching.

“Oh my god.  He’s not a fucking baby Ellen!  But I’d bet you’d know that first hand!”  I said, eyeing his grotesque organ.

“Ted!  His brain has been altered, he NEEDS extra care!  We’ve all been altered and you know that!  I’ve been altered” She explained in a serious tone, switching to her “computer scientist voice”

“Not me…” I grumbled

Nimdock, in a shaky voice, whispered “I’m sorry, it was my fault, let's just go.

Ellen helped Benny find the right direction, and we started walking “You've been altered too Ted, in your own way.” She pointed out

“...!” I tried to talk back, but nothing comes out.  They all start staring at me.  My mouth… I have no mouth… I have no mouth and I must scream!  I have no mouth and I must scream!  I have no mouth and I must scream!