Mispoken words
Mar 4, 2015 1:21:59 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Mar 4, 2015 1:21:59 GMT -5
WHY IS IT THAT YOU COULD ONLY SEE THE WORST IN ME
I SWEAR SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE IT NURTURES ME
I SWEAR SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE IT NURTURES ME
Rolling to her side she gasped. It burned low in her midsection creeping up to about the middle of her back.
It wasn’t supposed to be this soon, she reasoned. It should be weeks from now! She wasn’t anywhere near due. Lark positioned herself on her stomach once again, lifting her hind end into the air as though it would alleviate the discomfort. For a moment it did, draining it away like it flowed from her body. As eagerly as she hoped it would solve her pain it ended, washing through her like white hot knives once more.
Lowering back to the ground she shifted once, twice, three more times. The discomfort grew exponentially every time she moved. The gentle swelling of her sides had grown just a bit more since she had told Grimshaw that she was pregnant with their children. She had wanted them so badly, she had told him, and she was bound and determined to raise them right. Departing on amiable terms she had set about to ready for her delivery once she had reached term. The pain had started a day before, mild and in her lower belly. It steadily increased until she was completely immobilized as she was now.
Having found herself a small hole, she had hidden herself away from the world. Maybe it was the stress, she thought to herself. Everywhere around her was mounted in the woes of the world, it would only make sense that she was suffering as well.
Irrationally she ventured from the cavern in search of a cool pond to soothe the burning agony, made worse by her attempted journey. Falling short of her goal by what felt like miles, she could see the slope of the small pond nearby. Curling into the grass she whined low in her throat. Blissfully she felt the churn of her stomach ebb, dying away into a low ache so that she could move. Getting unsteadily to her paws, she ventured forward just a little more. She only made it to the edge when the cramps sliced through her midsection again.
Pressing her forehead against the cool morning grass, she whined. Her body seized up, every muscle stiffening until she was forced on her belly once more. Lark rolled to the side, then her back. Any attempt at alleviating the pain whitewashed her with torment. She had experienced this once before, the loss was devastating.
She wouldn’t do it again.
// Closed for WARDOG
I COULD SAY I'M DONE WITH IT BUT IT LURKS IN ME
SO I'MA JUST TELL MYSELF THAT IT WORKS FOR ME
SO I'MA JUST TELL MYSELF THAT IT WORKS FOR ME