A/N: Just thought I'd thank Starlight and Notebook. This whole story wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. A few chapters later will enter the storyline of her fic, "Karma: Deformity Is A Curse," so I really recommend reading it. Please review this chap!
Tears in my eyes
and I can't see.
This anger isn't making it any
better, either.
I thought it was good,
that Mother would be happy with my painting.
But she sent it back
to me.
I want to scream.
(No note was with my proof of love for her.)
But instead,
I am throwing things,
tears streaming down my face,
and I can't see.
Blind rage,
paints are splattered on the wall in front of me.
Crimson paint, like blood.
(I almost want to make it real. But don't.)
There's a scream caught in my throat,
tearing apart the skin like
the sharp edge of a fence snagged on my clothes.
My pencils are broken,
I've lost the brushes that moments before
Were such treasures.
Scream.
Acelan walks in—
tries to stop me—but I
fling paint at him, too.
Then I shift into my falcon form
(pure falcon, not the mongrel I really am)
and take off through the doors.
Tiny falcon tears are falling
over my feathers and I'm ripping through the air.
And Acelan's face is staring at me--
Haunting my blind vision--
Even though he can't see me
anymore.