Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "pinkness"

That night we weren't feral, fae, or fumbling in the dark. That night, wintry and lonely, we were alone. But we were not the woodland creatures, she used to write about. Still, we chased her through those woods, stark, raw, and moonlit.

We hunted her through her own forest. Then she found us by the brook gurgling in silence, sounds of water rushing past making us fall silent. The dead leaves rustled on the ground. Nobody moved, nobody breathed for a long time and in some cases, in a long time. The bloodlust was on her that night, but we didn't know it then nor did see her dirk resting in the small of her back, all ready, something odd stirring in her. She couldn't use it though. You didn't let her. Moving you made your move and feasted -

Later you took her red cloak and I took her smile. We left her there glistering for the wolves to find her.

Amidst her fading trees, I disapproved but you put her cloak on regardless, though it looked terribly misshapen on your form, the hood couldn't quite cover your face, the bloodmoon was with me on that one, agreeing for once.

Boles of trees reminded us of something just then. They were there for you, they did their part. It was your turn now. Return that favor; go and save all your books.

Your books, all of them, go on save yourself.