Drops trickle down my cheeks like tears I cannot cry. Its been a week since I have seen him, since I have seen his smile. I fear for him and his frail human form. I wonder if his heart is slowing and I try to remember my own heartbeat. At night when I'm alone I close my eyes inside my mind and listen. Urging my heart to beast inside me. I remember how it pulsed... that familiar ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump. Just the beat, no longer a song.
Sometimes when I'm watching the clouds drift by in their lazy afternoons I think I'm happy He did what He did; but then I remember how he did it. How he hurt my sisters! His lies and cruelties and I want to sob but I can't! So I punch and kick and scream in my head until I'm tired. Too tired to keep going and I fall asleep.
There we're meadows behind our home when I lived on the swamp island, and trees of tall branches draped in grey-green moss curtains. It smelled of root rot and lavender. Oh how I miss it! I dream of my sisters laughing and playing as beautiful as ever because no one else was around. I loved them so much. They we're so kind to me, never resenting me for mixing them up in my curse. They'd thrown themselves down for me and had begged to be cursed alongside me. They had stroked my hair-as dangerous as it had been. Oh I miss them. Id loved another too. His name has been Hercules.
