Mar 20, 2019Mar 20, 2019modernmysticmother15 Comments

Atop my mountain, the wind in my ears..

Hold your head high, don’t look down, I’m by your side and won’t back down. You may have wanted a hero tonight but all you have is me.

She held her arms out to her sides, slicing the wind as it broke against her arms. She leaned forward against the whispers of the oncoming tempest. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t feel alone. She climbed up here to fall apart.

Diving in defeat again, she dipped her head and pushed herself off of the peak. Dying was her divine art, she knew how to break spectacularly well. A shattering of glass refracting light to produce the briefest shimmering rainbow in her descent to hell.

He followed her down the mountain, but he had his gift with the air. He collected all of the pieces of her and held her to his chest. She fused together her fragments from the blood of his sacrifice. And together they plummeted down, hurtling towards the ground.

Hold me! She wailed. Call for Aileron to save us!

His mechanical wings twitched as he strained to direct his dying breath to control his flying machine. His might fought against the rate of decay and he forced his will to action. The span of his wings snapped shut enclosing them together and pinned their limbs and lungs to one.

They spun and tumbled on the wisps of the world. His machined limbs were but barbs and blades. She sighed with relief as the emptiness was quelled. They had finally become one as they came undone.

14 Oct 18 mmmother.com