a little kindness | [zori]
Oct 7, 2020 10:31:22 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Oct 7, 2020 10:31:22 GMT -5
The sun above me and a concrete floor below
Scratch at the chain links, maybe bare my teeth for show
She's everywhere despite being gone. Her clothes smell like her and I can't think of the day when it fades. She haunts the house but not in anyway I can touch. It is not the comfort of a presence but the absence of one that follows me.
I look into the mirror in our shared room. My hair has not been brushed in weeks. I either sleep the entire day or stay up all night chewing at my cuticles and trying to think of anything else besides the pain that threatens to swallow me whole.
I thought she'd come home. I thought I'd get to see her grow old beside me. I thought we might just be that lucky.
My knotted hair hangs against the back of neck, suffocating and itchy. We used to look similar when we were young. Ma would braid our hair and tie the ends with the same colored ribbons. That was before Kahinta out grew me. Before we realized my hair would never curl. Before the Games changed us all.
It feels like I am staring at a stranger. A haggard young woman who looks exhausted and hurt. I blink and suddenly I'm seeing the footage of myself five years ago climbing through the branches of a redwood tree. Exhausted, hungry, and eyes wide with paranoia. A piece of Kahinta's reaping dress wrapped around my wrist, dirty and bloodied by days of fighting.
Even in the darkest times of my life she was there. How am I supposed to do anything if she's not here?
I grab a pair of scissors from the dresser's top and start clipping at the tangled mess of hair at my neck. The knot has fallen to the floor, loose hairs covering the shoulders of my shirt, before I realize what I'm doing. But I don't stop. It feels good to have control over something. Even for a single moment.
A knock comes at the front door and I pause. Half of my hair as been cut shorter than my chin, the other still long and tangled.
I drop the scissors and head downstairs. My parents are still in their room. They only come out to feed the cattle and occasionally themselves on whatever offerings neighbors have left. I am the most awake person in the house after years of being the daughter in a foggy haze.
I yank open the door and try to wear a smile for whatever casserole is being dropped off.
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Lyrics from Deuteronomy 2:10 by The Mountain Goats
Lyrics from Deuteronomy 2:10 by The Mountain Goats