nefariousneptune

[nefariousneptune]

A Dying Swan: THE FINAL ACT

The crisp wind ripples, cutting through heavy lungs.

The whisper of light beams stripped from the glimmering, bubbling mirror below.

Deep, harsh heaviness forcing snow-encrusted lashes to close, close, close, as the forest is embraced in a bitter shiver.

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Pain.

Slow, like a warm ache after a dance-

Then sudden, sharp, frigid, oh so cold.

Dampness sets and burrows and sinks into

Something deeper? A soul?

It bites, fights, tears, rips

Until white flag waves-

Now, surrender is a pleasure, surrender is inevitable

You sink into it with a sigh

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Siegfried is a facade,

Loose-tongued, sharp-witted, always who he claimed to be yet never quite enough.

The lake that divides you gleams with the twinkling danger of an unused blade.

Apologetic, frantic, loving

But never in love

Not when he needed to be, and not with you.

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A crack, a break in smooth skin to crumble the shell.

I am ferality, rage, terror, broken promises, what ifs,

I am half beast-

No.

More, every second, with every vicious crumble of my bones into a fine sand

With every red droplet that clouds my vision like a thick, hot, trembling blood rain

I shed my skin- weak, clumsy, useless and never enough-

Until the downy baby soft feathers are all that are left.

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The water dulls the maroon into a palatable dusty pink,

Washes away my golden sun-kissed locks into the wind,

Absolves me of my sins,

Until I no longer have wants, dreams, hopes.

Siegfried follows of course.

As men like him always do,

Those who live for the rush, the heartache, the lust

He lived for me and now he leaves, too.

His life, eternally my looking glass of jewels,

A kaleidoscope of wasted opportunity locked in the rippling of the lake

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A/N: rough draft of my thoughts after seeing swan lake. i always wondered if odette carried any animosity towards prince siegfried- the idea of her becoming a swan and him naively giving up his life to be with her forever in the lake.... talk about tension