the lost lamb

Even if she wasn’t looking at her, Vaia couldn’t deny the tension that was coiling in the air between them- tightening with each second that passed, pushing its limits, until perhaps, it would snap. The scrutiny coming from the woman was something she hadn’t expected. Weren’t women supposed to be nice to each other? Weren’t they supposed to look out for one another? And yet, Vaia was starting to feel like a worm, writhing beneath the woman’s paws. Waiting for the moment she would be plucked from the earth and whisked away into the unknown. It was frightening, yet familiar to the girl. Something about the encounter reminded her of the red man who tormented her.

Clearing her throat, Vaia couldn’t help but play into Absinth’s interrogation. And as the predator circled, Vaia felt herself sinking closer to the ground, until her belly was pressed against the cold, hard earth. As if she were being crushed by Absinth’s dominance alone. “C-cant…”  She reiterated, echoing Absinth’s words, ears folding against her skull. She wasn’t sure what else to say.

"Vaia"