LJ Idol Week 40: Distance

[crisp_sobriety]

Part One: Margaret

Depending on who one asked, I was born sick, or I was born cursed.

My father favored the latter, and that’s why he left, I suppose. My mother, on the other hand, had clear childhood memories of her great-aunt, the last such creature before me. Said great-aunt used to walk off into the moonlight in nothing but her nightgown,

Comments

[swirlsofblue]

Love this, an amazing piece. I love all the descriptions, and the counter of freedom and control. And loved the way love and someone trying to love lead to everything devolving. Brilliant descriptions, especially this-

It feels…primordial. Like I’m as old as the Earth beneath my feet, but younger than everything, at the same time. I breathe and the sky expands, the trees close in. I run and I make my own eyes water, just streams and streams of tears, drying on my cheeks. Because I can’t stop moving. Not for one minute. I’m light caught on dark eyes, glimpsed between leaves. I’m soil and rot and fire.

[crisp_sobriety]

I like that bit, as well. :3

Thank you! This comment means a lot.

[watching_ships]

I really liked this a lot, especially the POV shift and getting to see the other side. Elizabeth's section is so poetic. Great work!

[crisp_sobriety]

:3 Thanks so much!