The monster better run. No more cowering or pleading for just a chance. Harnessing her call to arms, she’s ready, steady, go for the next move and her eye is on the prize. Time to fear her.
A scare earlier this week left me rattled, but intact. One wrong shift and a little hiccup nearly tossed me out a sideways jeep. Seatbelt held. So did I. No worse for wear. Thank the maker.
I never sleep (She doesn’t sleep!),
I’m the secret that you’re gonna keep.
I’ve climbed through the static and into your dreams,
To harvest the echoes and muffle the screams (Muffle the screams…)
On to more daunting tasks, the work piles up. Commissions everywhere. It’s chaos, but the good kind. Still making time to doodle for myself and whoever’s watching. I’m hooked on this OC. Still nameless. Still becoming. Got any suggestions?
Not just simply breaking free of her veiled cage, she’s free of the white noise. She silences the noise. Clawing through wreckage, she finds light threading the dark. It hits her deep, a bone-level clarity. The first clear signal she’s ever heard. The darkness only exists because there is light.
She’s close now. No hesitation left. No fear. The box is behind her. Now comes the harder part. What comes after? How to exist with others again. How to live without the cage defining her.
She’s navigating a new set of shadows, wearing a new look. She moves in a new skin. The frightened eyes of the past have made for the confidence of her hands.
A reverence in the heading, where shall she go next? The terror threshold is behind her, a scorched line in the dirt. She doesn’t just carry the light, she’s learned to focus the glow into a blade that carves a path. Existence is no longer a haunting, it’s a broadcast. She moves toward the horizon not because she’s searching for a home, but because she’s realized the sky is the only thing big enough to hold the version of herself she just unfurled.
