Cover up the poison with poetry

Hanako · 08-14-2020, 06:28 PM

Hanako didn't know that words could hurt so much. Hours had past and the sun had already set but the Ashen wolf's words lingered in her system like a slow acting poison. Amongst all of his spite and threats of violence what hurt the most was that he'd called her an Armada dog, spitting it in her face like she was lower than filth. Nothing made sense and her thoughts churned like a stormy sea, her fears and doubts taking over like water filling her lungs, drowning her on dry land. Her paws dug into the sand as tears pricked at her eyes, suddenly overcome with a wave of emotions she'd been holding back all day. Try as she might she couldn't hold them back any longer, she couldn't just act as though nothing was wrong. Because it was, it was all wrong, torn and twisted and so so very messed up.

The mask finally slipped and Hanako cried.

By the time she neared her coastal den her tears had transitioned into sniffles, a mere shadow of her former outburst. The hurt, doubt and confusion remained still lodged between her ribs, but it felt wrong, almost taboo, to address it. Almost as though in doing so she'd prove the Ashen wolf right, that she was indeed a worthless, hideous mongrel who simply didn't know her place.

Hanako almost didn't want to lay down for the night, she knew sleep wouldn't come no matter how desperately she sought it. Instead she remained on the beach, watching the waves inch closer and closer till the water rolled over her paws. She tried to watch the night sky, to count the stars, but the he rocky crag of her den lingered in the corner of her vision, as though in mockery of her weakness. What a dog she was indeed.

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