LJ Idol, Week 12: Some Assembly Required
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Once Upon a Time.
Once Upon a Time, the world was pure, and so were we. Or so says Lydia.
She touches my back - gently, reverently, as if the changes of my body were anything but repugnant - and she whispers stories to me.
"We are all gods, Lucia. Archetypes and prophets, we respect the patterns. Most of us never notice how we refract history.
"Most of us have forgotten." Leaning forward, her breath warms the bits of bone and feather extending from my shoulder blades. "Your body is remembering. You are so much more than human."
She rises from my bed, kisses my forehead, caresses my face. "Sleep now, my angel. Dream your memories."
I shift on the mattress - no position's truly comfortable anymore - and I watch her through silent tears.
Once Upon a Time, this could never have been my life. These wings, those voices, this woman...if I'm a god, how could I have wanted to create this?
I am so afraid to dream.
Once Upon a Time, the world was pure, and so were we. Or so says Lydia.
She touches my back - gently, reverently, as if the changes of my body were anything but repugnant - and she whispers stories to me.
"We are all gods, Lucia. Archetypes and prophets, we respect the patterns. Most of us never notice how we refract history.
"Most of us have forgotten." Leaning forward, her breath warms the bits of bone and feather extending from my shoulder blades. "Your body is remembering. You are so much more than human."
She rises from my bed, kisses my forehead, caresses my face. "Sleep now, my angel. Dream your memories."
I shift on the mattress - no position's truly comfortable anymore - and I watch her through silent tears.
Once Upon a Time, this could never have been my life. These wings, those voices, this woman...if I'm a god, how could I have wanted to create this?
I am so afraid to dream.
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Date: 2012-01-31 04:34 am (UTC)