‘Mother! I’m home, I’ve gotten the correspondence from Lord Heathers.’
Another sip from whatever drink I was given
Filth amongst the crowd, something I’ve learnt to sense
My blessing..my curse...brought onto me the day I was deemed worthy
Those hags! Prophecies, visions, illusions, and fate.
I scoff at the idea of fate
‘But Mother!....Yes Mother...of course...yes I’ll consider his offer..’
Leering eyes, mindless creatures, who only run on instinct that is hard-wired in them
Black eyes scan the area, landing on the pair of green eyes, whose gaze immediately fell
There you are~ Oh you poor foolish girl
‘Mother I don’t love him!’
Hand went up to grasp her head, as if it was hit with an outside force, instead of internal
‘What are you doing?! You..her..’
Fight or flight, but fighting one’s self, one’s past.
Memories flooded and images faded.
Past and present intertwined, as if time were merely an illusion
Bodies were pushed, pulled and shoved
A door was opened and closed
Breathing. Gasping. Sighing
Snow while hands were placed on the porcelain of the washbasin...no sink..it’s called sink
Dark and soft rings of inky black fell across
Shaking and quivers ran a course as if directed by a captain
Slowly her head rose.
The reflection, an illusion!
No longer did red eyes look back at her,
Instead, it was the past.
It was green eyes.
It was the past.
Gone were mirrors, filth, and bodies.
Gone green eyes.