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Salem (Tick, tick, tick)

Tick tick tick

I know that sound of the pendulum, The one that Prophet gave me. Forced it upon me in front of our parents so I would have to take it.

Tick tick tick

The flash of dawn waters my eyes then it flickers to the dew of spring, I can smell it. The petrichor lingering under my nose and I can feel it wet my hair. Thunderbirds roar in the sky and I can feel it in my bones. I have dark hair now, but I only inhale and inhale.

It's like a witch storm on my skin.

Tick tick tick

Then am burning, fire is consuming me, But I don’t scream this is normal I can feel it in my throat, and I scream out in rage and pain as teeth sink into my hide

Tick tick tick

Now I see the butterflies, eating the dead flesh of the corpses left out for the moon, I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. One hand reaches out, fingers molted and bloated.

SAVE ME SAVE ME

I don’t want to be here, I hate this path but it is always here. Never changes. Always here no matter where I go. The blue on their wings is mockingly bright, and I can hear them chewing.

Tick tick tick

Now it is misty and I can see the crown of stars. This is Eloise's mother, I know her but I have never met her. Her eyes are so bright like stars. Stars that look forward and never back.

She had mother’s eyes. Her eyes like one of my own.

Her sword is gleaming and blood rests on her lips and I can hear prayer from her gown. Her gown is made of desperate weepy prayers.

Tick tick tick

Now am on the paths again, darkness all around me, and I can see them. Blotted in dark and bound by blood. Father told me not to look, not to see. Fathers are supposed to know best, then I can feel it. Like claws sinking into skin.

Salem

Salem

SALEM.

The dark is calling, hands outstretched pale like lilies coming from the inky black. Eyes looking, searching, but as long as I am on the path they cant find me. But it doesn’t stop my soul from shrinking in the presence of it.

Salem

Salem we miss you Salem

I don’t want to be here anymore

“Salem.” Tick.

Now am back, sitting here in my body that has never really been my body. So thin and frail but you look at me with those green eyes and I feel calm, settled. You never say am strange. That I am crazy.

I am not, I just sometimes am not here. Am somewhere else, and it always calls and pulls.

You put your hand on my shoulder, and I see a new flash. Pale pale fingers tangled in copper hair.

I want to drown in that path, rub the dirt on my skin and eat the flowers that grow there.

It's so warm, warm and warm and warm

If I eat the flowers will I know desire, hate and Happiness? If I rub the dirt into my skin will I understand inspiration and dreams? I am dreamless still.

If I drown in the air will I finally become a person?

“Salem? You okay?” I smile, blinking away the visions and dark and you are so bright.

“Of course.” How could I not be when I see that path so clearly. When I am finally not alone?

Your hand is cool as always and all I can do is smile.

I am not alone.

///AUTHOR'S NOTE///

Hey guys! Am still writing! Promise! This is a short from one of my many OCs from a campaign from a dice game me and my friends play. (Its an AU but the story is important to me) Thanks for reading!
Comment below what else you would like to see for a short while I work on my main project!
Enjoy!
A.