Today is June 14th, my birthday.
I remember intricate shadows, forged by thrashing branches outside the window. Shivering and slithering across my limp form.
I remember pleading with her – please take my life. I remember telling her – I can't exist as I do now. I am one and the world is all.
From the earth we come and to the earth we return. Our bodies become soil to feed the plants; the plants feed the creatures of the earth. The humans and the dogs consume the gentle beasts that eat the plants. And they die and return to the soil. All is one and one is all.
Return me to the earth, I begged her, my crippled form crumpled across the floor. Her face was tatter-veiled by the writhing shadows, and her eyes shone coldly upon my broken life, search-lights upon an empty sea.
Are you ready to leave them behind? she asked me, her chilling voice silent and powerful against my gasping heart.
Do I have a choice? I asked her. Deaths do not ask their charges if they are ready.
You are not ready for the Separation, she whispered, kneeling over me, her spider-silk hair tickling my bleeding forehead.
I wanted to shout at her – aren't I ready to die? I have no place here. My shell is maimed. My mind is dashed against the wall of madness. Please take me away from the pain and suffering. But blood came up and my eyes fluttered weakly as my failing lungs struggled to expel it.
Her never-blinking eyes stared at me without melancholy, and her pale arms wrapped around my shaking torso.
You are a creature of silence, she said, and she lifted me up slowly.
I felt my torn life drift away from my body, and I was held by the Death, staring down at my useless husk: My eyes half-closed, blood mingling with my eyelashes and my bruised chest seizing to a halt.
One is all and all is one, wise silence, she told me, cradling my fragile life. Will your entire being succumb to the circle of life on Earth? Will you be buried with your body and will new lives spring from your energy at the change of seasons?
All is one and one is all, I told her. Already I felt the silent beings under the soil tugging gently on my life.
They will not take you while I hold you, she said to me, still kneeling. Will you go with them?
All is one: I am the one, they are the all, I replied. Let me become a beautiful tree.
She smiled at me, and stood up, walking to the window, still shielding my life. She opened her mouth --
I sing to you, dark spirits beneath the earth,
Keep this child
Let her life flourish as it could never in her battered human time.
Today is June 14th. I stand here, a graceful willow.
Happy birthday to me.
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On crack, isn't it?
For 'Lainna's "500 Words" contest. Anyway...I guess I was just fooling around with artistic terms or something.... >_>
So the lack of ""s is for the....feel of the entire piece.
It felt right. So if I've committed a faux pas, don't bother ""ing the entire thing, just tell me I should edit it. >_>"
Hope you enjoyed!
~Sumi
EDIT: Thanks, Azila. ^_^" Though as I was on a word-budget, some of your suggestions can't be made....I put the dialogue in italics. Thank you! ^_^
EDIT #?: Thanks guys!
Every time I look at this I notice out of place sentences and all that stuff...ach, I hope this will be the final edit. o0 Thank you all very much! ^_^











