A/N: Sorry it's taken me a while to get around to writing this. After this chapter I will be officially entering the plot of "Karma: Deformity Is A Curse" by Starlight and Notebook. For anybody that hasn't read it, I recommend you read that one and it's predecessor, "Namid: Dancing Among the Stars." Please review! And thank you, Starlight and Notebook, for all the ideas! Everyone else--you keep me going with your reviews. Happy holidays!
Two years go by
and I've never lived up to
my name
before like this.
Drawing into myself
and the dance
the only person worth talking to
is always there
but now he's afraid—is
that it? I spend my time
thinking up paintings to express
my mother—
I love her.
But I never even glance at the mess
of broken brushes,
shattered bottles
that were once my most treasured
possessions.
Smiling is so hard these days—
it's easier just to not talk to anyone
at all.
I'm having nightmares of the child-
killer, angry, evil thing.
But I don't know if they're real or not
So I shut up and don't say
(a word)
when I wake up screaming in the Nest
to find Acelan over me, asking what
on earth could be wrong.
Bitter is me--
Mara.
I turned seventeen
wanting to scream--
Mara.
But I can only dance
And hope that Ecl waits
But does not take (from me)
Always waiting, never leaving
Mara.