You are the life that fills my lungs

“Your mother? Has time been so short after all--” she paused, blinking, and staring at the nothingness before her. It was darker than it had been a moment ago, and her beautiful granddaughter was gone. Had time passed right by her and left her behind? She blinked sorrowfully, before realising that her paws were touching the grass beneath her.

She curled her toes against it, and gasped, feeling the blades bend beneath her claws. Tears sprang to her eyes in realisation. She was here, truly here. Did she live again? She took a deep, deep breath in, feeling the sensation of air in her lungs. She laughed softly, the sound filling the night. In death, one could not long for the things left behind, to do so led to only madness. But now, with the earth soft beneath her paws, she felt something stirring in her breath. A deep need. She wanted to live again. She wanted to hold her girls in her arms and breathe in the scent of them.

She raced across the grass, her voice howling out before her. “Poem, Theory, Motif! My loves, my loves!” she cried.



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