Sunday, November 25, 2018

A Land He Thought He Knew, Part 2 (Day 676)

Part 2.

Everything about her sang. 
When she walked 
across the red sand, tiny 
bells rang out from her 
ankles, and her hair rippled 
and snapped like sleek grasses 
in the rising wind. His heart
knew the words to her melody, 
and his eyes followed her as she 
went through the rhythm 
of her days, and at night 
his dreams covered her 
like a warm woolen blanket, 
but still, she did not see him. 
How this could be, he tried to 
understand, demanding answers 
from the god he prayed to
—railed at—as he climbed 
those bloody, mountainous dunes. 
To no avail. To her, he was not 
unavailable, nor even off limits. 
No, to her, he was invisible, 
and that was the worst fate of all.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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