Dear Daddy Longlegs,
my skin is vulnerable, as if my pores are open, and trying to speak. Speak what? What is my body trying to say? It aches, and I long to be held in your arms once again. You swam in the deepest darkest depths of the ocean to find the perfect gem. Wore your best black suit, navy blue tie, the white shirt that your ex-wife gifted you, who you still call darling; and a pair of shiny black Stacy Adams shoes. The ocean was another world, befriended many creatures.
Communicated with fishes, danced with whales, and dined with mermen; as you were searching throughout the seven seas.
Until finally, as you were slowly floating deep in the sea, empty grief cloud you - facing the sea floor; a glimmer caught your eye. It was coming from an underwater trench. It kept on shining from the darkness, and it gave off a soft lavender shine. The tinted light was so mesmerizing, it could shine the whole ocean if it wanted- but instead stay hidden.
You began to move toward the unknown twinkle, as you were being engulfed into the darkness. Getting closer, and closer to it, your heart began thumping against your chest - have you found it? Has the endless search finally come to it's end? Dear god, you hoped so. At the bottom of the trench, you floated downward with your feet tenderly landing on the caved sea floor causing the sand to expand into the water; as if on land we make the sand fly with our chubby hands.
You bent down to the glimmer that was hidden tightly in seaweed, and sharp brown rocks, your wrinkled fingers dug in the intertwined seaweed, and desperately knocked around the rocks - and there. You finally found it. Cracked but lucid perfection. A pink pearl. Out of all the crystals, and diamonds that passed and went, all through your life, you found a tiny small cracked pink pearl. You played with it between your fingertips, letting your skin observe the smoothness, and tinted warmth it radiated. Sudden urge swarmed inside your chest that dropped to your loins - an itch.
From your fingertips to your watering mouth - with the salty sea water and your salivating saliva combining - seductively toyed with the the pearl against your pink lips. Gliding, and caressing it against your cheek, and lips. And without any indication of hesitation, started to talk to the pearl with your tongue. In your mouth, the pearl bloomed into a moist, and sweet texture of foreign flesh. As you played with the pearl in it's flourishing state, you began to swim out of the morbid trench, and arise up-shore - with the pearl still in your mouth.
The crisp cold air briskly hit your salty skin, and inhaled deeply through your nostrils. Taking in fresh air - liberated air, your lungs opened for the very first time in so long. It's colors changing from deep black to tinted red, and yellow. Freedom. Ever so sweetly, you took the pearl out of your mouth and into your palm, and smiled for you knew you will never be alone anymore.
Swam home to keep the pearl all to yourself. Selfishly held it tight in a firm fist, with humanly intent of passion.
Sweet daddy longlegs, you took me home. Swept me away to not only have the feelings of a lover, but with the love of a father. Held me, and dressed me; and sometimes kissed my broken creases. For I know, even miles, and miles way from each other - I can still feel you deluge in my thighs.
Where are you? Do you still think of me? Does your solitude still haunt you?
You know what I see when I close my eyes? I see clouds, and the stars that faintly luminous our earth. And I see you, I see your eyes, and the stars are your pupils. I see you happy as if for once your happiness doesn't come from the dependence of humans -
"We're here", a chipper and flubounent voice enthusiastically spoke up from the front seat. I froze, pen in hand, and my ceasing headache that resulted from the spiraling words that I sloppily scribbled on my notebook. My eyes shifted from the notebook that rested on my lap, as I was seated with my legs perked up to support my writing; my loose but sort of stuck to my body, pink tank top, my green baggy army pants, and my black socks. I dropped my blue pen in my black Mark Jacobs bag that was resting beside me, and closed my notebook that holds my written words.
I feel dazed, and disoriented from the car ride, from the airport to here. I looked out the car window that was on my door side, and I saw the familiar red, and white home that I use to spend many summers in as a child. I flipped my caramel blond box-braids out of my way, that was resting on my shoulder, and began putting my belongings back into my purse.
I sloppily tied my braids in a loose scrunchie, that was on my wrist prior. My uncles Greg and Terry, who were sitting in the front, were both getting my luggages out from the trunk. I'm gonna miss Portland, and traveling to Seattle with my friends, but coming back to Langely Falls is going to be a new change of scenery for me.
I slung my bag over my fore-arm, and grabbed my shoes. I'm too lazy to put on my shoes when I get in the house, I'll have to take them off again. I got out of the car, and looked at the house.
It seemed so much bigger when I was younger.
"Coffy, hun, we already got you enrolled in the local high-school, Pearl Bailey High. We need to go school shopping later", uncle Greg spoke as he walked in the house with half of my luggage, with uncle Terry trailing behind him.
"Okay—", suddenly there was a huge bang that irrupted throughout the entire neighborhood, I had to hold my balance, holding onto the car. The whole neighborhood shook like a earthquake broke through. And with that, there was high-pitched screaming coming from the house across the street.
I turned around to see a figure high in sky engulfed in grey smoke, that came from the chimney from the blue and yellow house, and then harshly fell on the lawn. It seemed to be a woman — a pear shaped woman, matter of fact — with burning blonde hair, pink bra that was now burning off, no underwear, and barefooted.
Big feet, if you ask me.
I hid behind the car, just peaking to see what this woman does next. I think the smoke really fucked with her body because as the smoke cleared, it can be seen that her skin is grey. Most likely her skin is grey because of the smoke. But her face can't really be seen due to the hair strands she has left is covering it.
At first, I thought she was dead but then she eventually stood up.
"Stan, I fucked the toaster again!", as she spoke, the woman got up from the ground, and began walking into the home.
She has the most high-pitched voice, but it's like a lower toned Fran Fine voice.
I was in complete shock, still frozen still behind the car, until I heard my uncle, "Those fucking animals. Oh babe, don't forget we have to invite Francine for dinner tonight"—"hun, get away from the car" uncle Greg said from the front door.
Uncle Terry came towards me from the front door as I got up from behind the hood of the car. "Sorry uncle, I was just holding onto the car from that explosion", uncle held my hand and walked me to the house, "Don't worry, hopefully you won't even come across that family, but you'd encounter the mother".
"Why?" as we came into the house, "Because the mother of that family from across the street, is Libby's surrogate mother", completely taken back by that. I knew Libby was a surrogate baby, but the identity of the carrier was always kept hidden.
"Anyway, how's your mother?", uncle Terry and I sat on the couch along with uncle Greg, "She's fine. Enjoying Paris with her trophy husband", I rolled my eyes. "I just want mom and dad to be back together", I looked down at my knees, "all because of Raven", I felt both my uncles being me into a group hug, and it felt nice being engulfed in love; being back in Langley Falls may be a good change.
The clock just hit 10, and it was dead silent in the neighborhood. The moonlight illuminated throughout my bedroom, intertwining my fingers as I prayed to the deities to help me get through this new change. I kneed down to the floor, letting myself kneel before the moonlight that raged upon me so brightly but yet so dim.
Puis-je me reposer dans la lumière gracieuse de la déesse puissante, Diana.
(may I rest in the gracious light of the mighty goddess, Diana)
Perhaps moving to Langley Falls will be better change for my soul to finally heal.
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