She told me that the ocean was loosing its bite. That it would no
longer thrash and cause such a beautiful symphony of pain. I told her not
to speak of such things. She's a bad little girl who doesn't deserve the
good things I do for her. But then I hear whispers. Quiet little whispers
of pain and death and then all is right again with my Edith. Then I take
her into my arms and cradle her and tell her that mummy's going to prove
her wrong.
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The train makes such awful music. It screams to me about life. I don't like life. It doesn't sit well in my stomach. Makes me rumble. But then I think of all the pretty lives I've taken.the lives I made end. They all called to me through the stars. I remember when I first saw my ocean.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 1880-London, England
I was watching grandmummy after she'd eaten, looking tragic, like spoiled milk.
"So beautiful. Not a blemish, not a freckle. Perhaps we should have preserved that beauty for eternity," she said. I thought he was nasty, tasted like cinders, burning down my throat.
"Still he won't know age," Daddy said. Oh but he will, he'll grow old in heaven where good boys and girls go. He'll grow and grow and grow just like a beanstalk. Higher and higher till he touches the sky.
"No, but he'll rot. Seems a pity."
"I could hop into him, like I did the ocean," I said. I love ocean, screaming of death and glory. Like me. I scream to the stars.
"Of course you could," replied Darla.
"I'm full and warm, yet all alone." I have no one to play with in the dull hours, no one to help me sing.
"That's not true, precious. You've got us." That was my daddy that time. Sweet Angelus. We used to make the skies bleed. But then the redness faded into an awful pink. I don't like pink. It talks of mummies and daughters happily ever after.
"Not in the least. You won't have me just a little bit," I said. Its true, I'm all alone in the dull dark nights, crying like a little lamb whose lost it family.
"All you have to do is ask," said Darla.
"No. His head's too full of you grandmother."
"Stop calling me that," she said.
"Don't be cross. I could be your mummy."
"Well, if your lonely, Dru, why don't you make yourself a playmate?" What a grand idea! I knew I loved my daddy for making such good ideas.
"I could. I could pick the wisest and bravest knight in all the land- and make him mine forever with a kiss."
~~
Then it happened. A beautiful man bumped into our little family. I remember he dropped his little book with all the tears and he picked it up. "You, watch where you're going!" Then he stumbled on into an alley, an alley that spoke of such lovely dreadful things. It spoke to me about the future, about things that would change forever.
"Or you could just take the first drooling idiot that comes along," Darla said.
"You think she'll find a good one?" Angelus said, laughing.
"I found you," she replied.
Then they walked on but I kept looking at that man who went into the alley. His eyes, they were like the ocean, angry and terrible. I followed him into that alley and I did what the stars whispered to me. I made him my brave knight.
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A crying child brings me out of my reverie. It was such a beautiful night. I found my dear William, my ocean, my dark knight. He stayed with me for years, until that nasty slayer filled his head will such naughty thoughts. But that's why I'm going to see him. I can feel my tummy rumbling. Its time for my supper. I always liked children; they tasted so pure, like peaches right a harvest. Yes, it is time for my supper.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The train makes such awful music. It screams to me about life. I don't like life. It doesn't sit well in my stomach. Makes me rumble. But then I think of all the pretty lives I've taken.the lives I made end. They all called to me through the stars. I remember when I first saw my ocean.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* 1880-London, England
I was watching grandmummy after she'd eaten, looking tragic, like spoiled milk.
"So beautiful. Not a blemish, not a freckle. Perhaps we should have preserved that beauty for eternity," she said. I thought he was nasty, tasted like cinders, burning down my throat.
"Still he won't know age," Daddy said. Oh but he will, he'll grow old in heaven where good boys and girls go. He'll grow and grow and grow just like a beanstalk. Higher and higher till he touches the sky.
"No, but he'll rot. Seems a pity."
"I could hop into him, like I did the ocean," I said. I love ocean, screaming of death and glory. Like me. I scream to the stars.
"Of course you could," replied Darla.
"I'm full and warm, yet all alone." I have no one to play with in the dull hours, no one to help me sing.
"That's not true, precious. You've got us." That was my daddy that time. Sweet Angelus. We used to make the skies bleed. But then the redness faded into an awful pink. I don't like pink. It talks of mummies and daughters happily ever after.
"Not in the least. You won't have me just a little bit," I said. Its true, I'm all alone in the dull dark nights, crying like a little lamb whose lost it family.
"All you have to do is ask," said Darla.
"No. His head's too full of you grandmother."
"Stop calling me that," she said.
"Don't be cross. I could be your mummy."
"Well, if your lonely, Dru, why don't you make yourself a playmate?" What a grand idea! I knew I loved my daddy for making such good ideas.
"I could. I could pick the wisest and bravest knight in all the land- and make him mine forever with a kiss."
~~
Then it happened. A beautiful man bumped into our little family. I remember he dropped his little book with all the tears and he picked it up. "You, watch where you're going!" Then he stumbled on into an alley, an alley that spoke of such lovely dreadful things. It spoke to me about the future, about things that would change forever.
"Or you could just take the first drooling idiot that comes along," Darla said.
"You think she'll find a good one?" Angelus said, laughing.
"I found you," she replied.
Then they walked on but I kept looking at that man who went into the alley. His eyes, they were like the ocean, angry and terrible. I followed him into that alley and I did what the stars whispered to me. I made him my brave knight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A crying child brings me out of my reverie. It was such a beautiful night. I found my dear William, my ocean, my dark knight. He stayed with me for years, until that nasty slayer filled his head will such naughty thoughts. But that's why I'm going to see him. I can feel my tummy rumbling. Its time for my supper. I always liked children; they tasted so pure, like peaches right a harvest. Yes, it is time for my supper.