| Partially inspired by Ursula Le Guin's work, partially an idea I had that kept sitting in my head asking to be written. |
The Children
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South-bird WingsI have watched brown birds fly south in the winter. I have seen trees turn grey with age and pale with cold. I have listened to the cry of innocence trapped. I have bred lies and sold them for meat. I have eaten words and fed my children silence. I have seen the world swallow green grass tall. I have sung the dawn-call loud and clear. I have heard my freedom’s death begin. I have known the anger of traitor’s laugh.South-bird Wings
In the deep dark before morning when the shadows breathe cold, I have stood beneath the blackest branches of the hateful trees and smiled at the frosted path before me. I have tasted the blood beneath my skin
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The WhiteWhen I woke to the sounds of the sea, I knew it was not day.The White
Not my day.
I rose and dressed, climbing into damp cold clothes rimed with silver salt. I tasted the wind on my chilled lips. There was no room; no blank hem-walls to swallow my sight, no bed beneath me. No floor under my bare feet. I was cold, bitterly cold and yet my heart still beat. I picked up my scarf from where it lay wrapped around my feet and tied it around my neck. My eyes were closed.
Always closed.
There were no walls, but there was nothing else either. Whiteness, a thing of white; molecules danced before my eyes and I
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The ChildrenWe saw nothing strange about the children conceived after the fire that destroyed our village. Women worked and waited through their nine months as usual. Huts and yards were rebuilt as winter swallowed autumn. The charcoal-scarred ground beneath our new huts was rubbed clean by bare feet and mud. As summer burned through the green of spring, the women gave birth. Only the midwife murmured her surprise; seven births in two days. Four girls, three boys.The Children
They grew into a gaggle of half-naked screaming children. Seven wild eyed creatures who ran through the village for the first four years of the
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String They said that when I was born strings followed me out. There was red string all over the cold hospital floor. They couldn’t figure it out - whenever the nurse turned her back for more than five minutes she’d return to find me clutching red strings in each hand. Every time they prised the strings out of my tiny fingers, I cried. Apparently I cried for hours until they gave up and left me to sleep. When they came back, I had more string in my hands. My father said each time they took me out of my crib and cut the strings away, I screamed as if I were blaming the nurses for every ill I’d suffered atString
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