I may not be a lady;
but I'm all woman.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Le présage : les Examens
The claw was set on her dainty wrist, the grip tightening each time she breathed. The creature turned to face her, it's black abomination of a hand digging in deeper. She felt the lacerations- they sent sharp jets of pain down her spine. A warm liquid clung onto her wrist; she knew she was bleeding.
"Yield. Yield and submit. Yield, and then you fall."
The demand hung on the creature's pursed lips, and its voice cracked with a delicious foreboding it seemed to enjoy.
She turned away, unable to think. It already took so much from her. She doubted she could ever face it again, much less fly above it. Once upon a time she soared above the snarling beast that stood before her. Once she knew she could banish it. Now she couldn't even stare it in the eye.
She shut her eyes, lost her voice, and a single teardrop signalled her fate.
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I can't hold up very much longer. Today's sociology paper killed me; I don't know what else to do. There's no optimism to leech onto in view of the other papers to come.
Hey you, yes you. The one they call Examinations: You want me? You got me. Come get me.
Laid bare
at 12:59 pm
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