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[Oct 1] [Original] Vengeance
Title: Vengeance
Day/Theme: Oct 1/Must I lie in this bed alone?
Series: Original, oneshot
Character: a young woman
Wordcount: 191
Rating: G/K
She, on her trundle legs, ran slower than the rest, and that is why only she was caught.
She, with her oaken heart, was bored out, and pegged in, and hung with their leaden faith. They had planned and promised – equal shares for all, and the pretty distraction gets her cut. She and him, they had loved and promised, and sealed with every kind of kiss their future riches, split down the middle and sewn straight back up.
She was caught, and held her tongue. And waited.
And dreamt of riches, rescues, leaping into arms, of how the stars would look when they exploded in from the hole he would blow in the ceiling, when he came to get her, just to get her, and she would spring from the steel-frame bed to him and feather faith and freedom.
She dreamt until she grew cold, sleeping by herself.
So cold she grew that the sap ran thick, thick, thick unto stopping.
So cold she grew that she had to move to keep her bones from cracking.
So cold that she opened her mouth, and maple-sweet frost came out.
“I’ll tell you everything.”
Day/Theme: Oct 1/Must I lie in this bed alone?
Series: Original, oneshot
Character: a young woman
Wordcount: 191
Rating: G/K
She, on her trundle legs, ran slower than the rest, and that is why only she was caught.
She, with her oaken heart, was bored out, and pegged in, and hung with their leaden faith. They had planned and promised – equal shares for all, and the pretty distraction gets her cut. She and him, they had loved and promised, and sealed with every kind of kiss their future riches, split down the middle and sewn straight back up.
She was caught, and held her tongue. And waited.
And dreamt of riches, rescues, leaping into arms, of how the stars would look when they exploded in from the hole he would blow in the ceiling, when he came to get her, just to get her, and she would spring from the steel-frame bed to him and feather faith and freedom.
She dreamt until she grew cold, sleeping by herself.
So cold she grew that the sap ran thick, thick, thick unto stopping.
So cold she grew that she had to move to keep her bones from cracking.
So cold that she opened her mouth, and maple-sweet frost came out.
“I’ll tell you everything.”