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THE WHITE DOE
The white doe, surrounded only by the darkness. It's not even darkness, it's just the stark contrast of difference her skin makes to the naked eye. A pure being, probably being watched by the shadows lurking in the darkness. She wouldn't bat an eye. She knew it all too well, that when you shine so bright envy will strike.
She didn't protect herself. She knew it would be pointless. Instead she lied down into the cold comfort of the ground beneath her hooves.
Her old friend, the ground, the dirt and the grass. The only thing she long knew. She knew the sounds the ground would make when she walked, trotted or ran. The way the sound would bounce off between her hooves and the solid ground.
The sound that let her determine weather she was going in the right way or not.
For she was blind.
The only purity in the whole forest and she couldn't see it herself. It only made sense to me as I observed her. She wasn't scared.
She was used to this life. Being blind, being pure yet untouchable.
But we both knew it wouldn't last long. I could see them, she could hear them. No matter how fast she would be she didn't have the energy to run.
I sat there and watched as her head softly rested on the ground. She gave up. It was a long run. I've watched her for awhile and I've noticed she was aware of my presence.
We never spoke yet we went on so many advantures together. I could say I learned from her. Watching her graceful, fast steps. Her purity and kindness. She inspired me.
Because of her I'm kind today, kinder to myself.
Now I have to watch her die.
Could I save her? No, I couldn't.
Because I am one of them. The one she gave up from.
She changed my mind, I was hesitant to do anything to her. She was so beautiful.
On the other hand, my kind striked the moment her head laid down. It was over for her.
I saw her pale white skin turn to a nice shade of black as each one of them bit into her, consuming her, changing her. She became something I am, something I was always afraid of and something I secretly disliked.
Her eyes gained color and she gained sight. It was painful, but only for a short while, I promise.
I heard her screams no matter how much she tried to stay silent and not care about the pain. I saw those beautiful tears that quickly changed their color to a darker shade.
She was consumed completely.
I stepped out of my shadow, in shame, walking to her. It was time to meet my hero. I knew it was her. She changed but it's still her, I hoped.
That hope died quickly. She wasn't herself anymore. We ruined her. I ruined her.
She stood up and took a good look at us. Dark skin, short white tails and antlers as big as the sky.
I could see the confusion on her face.
Why would her own kind consume her?
I had no idea of thirst until I met you.
The true longing of just your taste.
I grasp a fraction of your scent, I feel my skin flushing, crimson spreading.
Heart beating so hard, I feel It will inevitably break through my ribs.
How can my mind have so many thoughts, flying so dangerously fast, yet with razor precision my focus is on you.
I ache.
I lay erect, lost in worlds sleep and wake.
No matter my status, I see you, want you.
Oh do I want.....
Love....
Love isn't just holding hands, soft caresses or love letters.
Sometimes you have to cut, bruise the ones you love to see their self worth.
Love is painful.
Love can hurt, if it doesn't maybe you don't really love.
A constant ache, a thought that slides through all other thoughts.
Love can be irrational, love can be dark, love can taste like tears.
I love you my moon.
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