The serpents here are not wise. They are thieves, stealing light from the moon to polish their feathers. They laugh when I ask for answers, their wings brushing the air like pages of a book I cannot read. Tonight, I dream in the river’s alphabet. Its words are not sharp or soft, but both—like the edge of a wave that carves and caresses the shore. I wake with my hands full of pebbles, their surfaces cool and unbroken. I drop them one by one into the dark, listening for the sound they make when they meet the water. It is not a scream. It is not a song. It is something I cannot name, but it feels like beginning.
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Taken from Embers Ashes by MindsGaming which can be found on Wattpad wattpad.com/story/376596018-embers-ashes https://youtu.be/ozNDTJlMb0M
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