A flick of alabaster,
A hidden scar on skin,
The Matriarch's upon you
While you dream on of your kin.
Teeth against your backbone,
Oh, how you howl in fear!
Look now, inferior, look what you've done!
You've only gone and roused
The carnal crazy inside of me.
Your kin, they cannot hear you,
They sleep, the stars away.
You toss and turn, the pain cuts and churns,
You've plenty to learn
As your vision fades to grey.
Please...
A moment of silence, if you will.
...
Pshhhaw, does it bite you to the bone?
Even in moments ending,
You never cease to make a fuss.
Heh, typical of you.
Author's Note:
Wow, this one got dark, and highly irregular. The New Year has started out a little rough, and Fern's agitated. For those of you that do not know, Fern is my spirit guide, and I am a Therian. Normally, Fern is the peaceful Matriarch/Beta, ever patient and helpful, but she's been more uneasy lately. She's still my dominant spirit animal, it is just that lately her behaviour seems far removed from how she normally is...
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