Sarafina, and the butterflies whisper.

[" m o n s t e r ?]

They cry.
^Sarafina

They see a.
^femme

He made me a.

^{Border collie}


I entered the world.
^{Two years ago}

In my memories.

I see dancing figures,
swaying dresses, moving like
a slow dying breeze,
but never ending,
with merging colors,
and soft voices.

I remember them, I remember, being loved, knowing
what it felt like to feel love rather than the lust i see
in eyes now, to feel whole and not hollow.
I remember the day I opened my eyes and saw
so many colors, I remember the dazzling light
that alit the world, I remember Poppy and Mamma.
Mamma she was a dainty little collie, Poppy he
was a bear of one, but a gentle bear, very, very
gentle. I remember Simba and Kovu. Simba and
Kovu took after Poppy, their bods much more muscled
than mine, they the same dark ebonite colored patches
like my Poppy, but I looked like Mama, she told me so.
Told me that I as small, that I had her cream colored fur.
That I had her chocolate optics.
I remember the day we first left the nursey,
I remember the bright oragen butterflies that danced
and twirled around me, chasing them, because I was
not allowed to play with Kovu and Simba. They wouldn't
let me, I remember, they said I was to small, and no fun.
So I played with the butterflies and I played with the great
big black birds. Mama told me they were called ravens, I remember
I loved ravens, I still do. I remember how Mama watched me
with concern as I played with the birds and butterflies
rather than my brothers. I told her I did not want to,
I felt the need to protect my brothers, I don't remember
why.
I remember the when I was allowed to play with my
brothers, when they let me, I remember racing them, I always
won. I always won, they said they let me, I know they didn't,
I know it, because they just couldn't keep up with me.
I remember the first day I went out on my own, the brutes
kept trailing me, kept trying to talk to me, but I was shy,
oh so shy, and only giggled stupidly, as I shyed away.
I remember the day I came back from a walk along the
beach to find that my brothers had left with Mama and
Poppy. I remember how I sat there for days on end,
waiting for them to come back..they never did....



What i saw in a calm crick.
I stared into the slow swishing crick once.
It told me about myself. It told me I had
chocolate brown orbs that rested within an
ivory facade, that was patched a creamy color.
It told me my build was small, light, petite,
but built to run. It told me that I had a pink
nose, with a snippet of a lighter shade of
the same color above it. I told me that
I had long, silky fur. It told me many thing,
like how I had the lips the color of a raven's
plumage. It spoke to me about how wonderful
I was, but I couldn't see my beauty, and I still
can't. I told me I was like th ebeautiful jay that
flew above, but I rather be a Raven, I know
I'll never be pretty like the Raven. I know I'm
not pretty, the crick it lied, it lied over and over,
about me. IT did get one thing right though,
It told me that I was...I was...
alone. alone.






Who am i?

^{I'm not even sure.
I know I feel...hollow.
I think I'm innocent.
I think I'm nice, at times.
I think I can be foolish.
I know that I'm not perfect, I know I'm lonely,
I know I'm sad. so very sad, and I know
that I am so so so innocent, that I don't understand
the world that hovers around me, I am still a puppy,
wounded, alone, afraid, and hollow, iwth a sheild
to protect me, a flimsy sheild the dissolves each days.}


Family

^{Black Jack.poppy.
Nala.mama.
Simba.brother
Kovu.brother}

[hiatus]

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