Meadow Of The Lost And Found: Excerpt 2

And there I was,
frozen in a way that was too unfamiliar.
Her pale face was painted
with such fantastical wonder.
L-O-V-E...
It kept pulsing within my mind,
surging through my veins.
Boiling my blood;
electrocuting my eyes,
provoking a blink,
sending tremors through the oceans within my eye sockets,
causing a liquid torrent of hollow tears across my face.
I fell to the ground and thought of her.
The feeling I trained myself to suppress,
the pain I promised myself I'd never embrace again,
returned to torment me once more.

The paint of astonishment stretched across her face
melted into a confusion I saw long ago.
She fell to her knees and gently placed her hands on my cheeks.
I looked through her green eyes and saw my reflection,
saw my misery,
Watched myself sob and weep like a fool.
It was a face I never wanted to see again.
My face.

She began to cry.
I hyperventilated in anger thinking about
her pointless sympathy,
vicariously
feeling my pain.
Eyes dilated and my brows flared,
I hissed like a viper and arched back like a cobra.
I turned to the sky
and watched the sun cover its eyes
behind a cloud, I scanned
my forest and watched the crimson cardinals and
blue jays fall prey to the ruinous ravens and criminal crows.
It began to smell like death,
it began to smell like home.
Her joy dropped to the dying grass beneath her,
her once wondrous gaze shifted into a blank stare.
She saw her demise
within my eyes.
I raised myself before she could process
what I was about to do. I lifted my hand and released my bloodstained claws,
And that's when it happened, That's when the thought hit me:
This is the last thing she'll ever see.
My sorrow never existed because she won't expose it to the world,
Light never crept into my home because she doesn't know it was she who brought it here.
My world never saw happiness because happiness can't exist here...
Her sick green eyes never saw love because,
Love,
dies right here...
right...Now.

My claws penetrated her skin.
latched on to her temple.
hooked her cheek.
crushed her jaw,
and pierced her chin.
Her left eye flew across my field,
Blood showered the grass and dirt,
flesh and teeth all across the pathway to my cabin.
Her body collapsed to the ground and the blood fled from her
head like a stream of water slipping through rocks.
I screeched like a starving eagle,
so everyone, everything,
for miles would know that terror still exists
And to remember such a cry.
I shoved my fist down her torso,
Crushing every bone inside her chest.
Her heart was in my control,
in my hand. I pulled it out and threw it out of the forest.
I tore her white blouse open and carved the word
on her chest.
I smirked in melancholy.
I pulled her up from her ankle and launched her into the
sky like a discus and out of my home.
Blood spiraled across the now gray sky.
I fell back unsatisfied
on her flesh and blood.
And there I lay until death became a part of me.

Meadow Of The Lost And Found: Excerpt 1

She sings and sings with her gentle eyes shut in that obscure wood.
"Does She Not Know Where She Is?" The Creature wonders.
His violet eyes are fixed on her face,
slowly his gaze drips down her body as he develops a hunger for her visibly smooth skin.
The nats hovering around her, feeding on her vivacious aura, and the birds chirping in a serene and unseen manner.
The beast's face grows very unpleasant.
His sheer amethyst eyes glinted with fury and confusion.
Why is she here, he thought.
The wood never saw such radiance in countless decades, not since he arrived...
Lost; without a home,
no one to call his own.
He shared no smiles with anything or anyone,
only morbid and sadistic grins. He must've loved once.
Everyone loves at least once.
His pale skin lost whatever pigment was left.
He sunk into transparency.
"What...is she doing..."
Her golden brown hair, swaying in the soft wind spiraling her body as she spins in bliss.
Her comfort frightens him.
"Is she not scared?"
He thought furiously.
"A place where there's no light and only gloom,
a place where only creeping shadows and dying trees hail."
The chlorophyll in the leaves almost seem absent.
The olive leaves spell terror for any who dare trespass through his home.
The creatures dare not lurk out of their hidden homes in fear of his crimson black hair and silently thunderous speed.
He crawls behind her in stealth.
Her eyes open filled with wonder and joy.
She faces his direction and follows the path up to his hut with her eyes and whispers,
"Love At First Sight."
His color returns and he murmurs upon her,
"Love?"
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