Queen Karolina 9 Of Swords

X III

She was not the girl in her memory. She had cultivated away, inside an obsession with the valley floor. She felt it moving underneath her. She was jarred , and overthrown . She spent the days listening to what was unearthing , at the unearthly center core. She always knew that it was more than ,just, her own initiative that led her to rise above the limits she was held at .

She was just a girl, at the beginning of all of this. Everyone had forgotten , most , of the beginning .

A time came , where life no longer was the bother of consuming energy , and focus. She had become elated , by bizarre half thoughts; half stories that occur , intermediate , of experiencing something mundane , as it turns into something extraordinary.

As she began to sink and rise , into , and around the valley floor , she had many half thoughts. So, she took the opportunity , and merely, uprooted herself . It was not the swift type of uprooting . It was awkward , and frightening . She was wrought in the most peevish angle , for a while . She was halfway heading over her inlet walls, and she saw the backwards view into the people around her . That was when she recoiled. She toppled , from the back side , of the window walls , of friends , and neighbors. She , merely, uprooted herself . She then began visiting outside of her self; filled with more always, than any one inlet could hold.

What was unknown to the eyes looking down the inlet ramp back at her , was that she was only living there in body . The body was twilight struck , talking to crickets. She had no more bounds around herself . She could stay there in body , and talk on back , forever . After , she had fallen up, and over , the inlet box ramp, She could still watch as the rest of herself carried on . Although , fanciful to watch; no situation seemed needed , or overwhelming enough , to interrupt the pleasure of visiting outside of herself. She traveled farther , and near again. She came to peek back over the edges of the ramp , often.

She would plant herself in the dirt , with her feet , and the earth would call her down into it. A level tide would rise , from the tips of her toes, into her stomach . The water would add weight to her small size . She would feel the illusion rising , and falling against her . She would remain perfect , and still . She would listen , with her head pressed against the outer walls. As , the sun began to rise , the illusion would drain. She could rise out to wander , once more.

One afternoon, she met a man , on the outskirts of herself . The regular self was composed , all alone , behind the curved eyelet hole of the inlet wall. She was painting a scene of equitable repertoire, in the daytime goings , about the house.

At one distinct corner of her sense of reach , to inside of herself, the other outward corner outgrew much closer in perspective . Young fears were scattered , like rabbits, underfoot. The rabbits wore red , green, blue, yellow , glass marble eyes.

A storm had blown the sky exaggerated, in contrasting extra cloud dimensions. It appeared great castles were billowing with smoke.

The redwood framed window pane , inside of the house, accepted the song from the rain. The glass pelted back with timpani verses , of the grey sky’s lurching hold.

Inside of the house, an arrival was being waited, soft footed across the floor . She was like silk mesh screen . She moved against her own form; meticulously , continuously drawing her white silhouette into performance of simple traits . Her mind over weighted every signal of distress, or pain. She held corner tied to every reaching corner square . She found him , like a searchlight .

He watched her . He weighted his own words, into continuing the silent moments, in between . There stood a lighted , concave creation ; remarking apart his own , and what was her’s. There was a lustful waste about the minutes. He knew He would linger on there , in those frames with her, forever. If she never made it back for him, he decided he would visit her there forever. She did not waver, as he set the brick , and mortar of memory. He sat silently; describing , and building this house , of ghosts , on the outreaches of time.

When she broke the silence, she had a look of pensive recall stricken across her lips. She took his hand , turned it palm up in her hands.

She kissed his face , and his palm, and his wrist.

She began to quiver ; in the way of shallow , murky spots of still water disrupted . Sand , and sediment began to stir deep inside of her.

She searched as the ready ground found her feet inwards of her footing . A spell delighting heavy grievance cast a counting shadow , of a solar 1 rung , marked onto her middle toe. Significance, of one complete run of a circle.

She alerted to the visitors , perhaps seconds before they both became visible . The two stood underneath the porch roof. They were visible through the redwood , and glass , door frame.

Soaking , purely wretched from the rain ; the bounty gave into a deep funneling , inside of her eyes. She would hold temperance order , not to overflow.

It broke his heart , that she would not give way . He poured himself into her , as she turned away.

The two men outside , spoke between each other , with heads bent low. The white haired man, holding a large hooded vessle, adjusted his posture to receive her . At the unlocking of the door , the other man, who was gigantic in height , stooped low under the shelter from the rain . He was the one who had sent to meet with her. He was the one who had been sincere, in the authenticity of his reasons . The white haired man was the liaison ; a Swiss man, peddler , a tradesman , a traveling given name consort to most of the strongholds underground.

Despite the honor of their outreach , the detriment of the reasons toward her had poisoned her , for many days . She was held in illusion , of the way of wet cast communicative witholdings .

The white haired man, bowed gently , as he received her. The gigantic man came forward , resting a large hand on the shoulder of the next. He commanded an entry , as he reached out the hand to meet with hers, in an upward , combined angle , signaling no words would be exchanged.

As the two men entered the indoors ,She looked back , only once , to see that He had gone into the back of the loft. She momentarily faltered , and her gaze caught her on the concern , from the eyes of the gigantic mans face. He urged her in a way of care, over to the large table; where he nodded order , for the cloaked gift to remain.

The white haired man removed the covering, a large burnt orange glass sculpture sat square, casting angles from it , against the daylight.

She felt a sensation on her tongue begin to knead sensibility into her.

What had to be done next , was for the men to don the orange cast in flame, purposely proving antiquity.

She allowed the men their presentation.

She knew not how to not give in .

On the first curse , the glass held shape.

On the third, it poured inward.

On the second, What was noticed , went as regarded; that the watery illusion carried Terraform in mix .

The men separated the great glasswork with four hands. What still appeared to pour inwardly , had encased in orange glass, still moving .

The deal of a bottle was re-appropriated and hidden with cape, at once, concealing the macro-cosm inside .

She remained , lifeless on the floor.

The fears , again like rabbits , scattered once more underfoot . The two men bid out the door into the road.

He knelt down to her.

Red , green, blue, yellow marbled eyes kept dart watch. As he kissed her on her eyelids each, every changed stuffed toy rabbit lay lifeless , every footing away . Softly slaughtered rabbits , under cross stitched sleeping x eyes of requiem.

“ Be graceful , Mordant ... “

He made his way up into the road , from the house of ghosts. Promising to return to the moments, just , before then ... forever after then.

The End.