Chishiki

Publisert mandag 20. mai 2024

23d

ENFJ

Skorpionen

3

4

Aftermath

Ah, this rest on her laps. That light yellow, like asafoetida. Those white frills. Sleeves rolled back to forearm. Cross sitting on the floor. While my head on her legs. That smooth fabric of her dress and smell of detergent, grass, housework all mixed together. While she is still keeping her hands busy in her work, rested on my head, moving frequently keeping me half awake. Listening to the chatter. Sun is shining bright. Wind is making its way through the leaves, in the shadow of rustling. Busy surrounding. Rebuilding and pulling together. People. People who know me. Passing by. Making sure not to wake me up and not letting me fall asleep. Just letting me rest there in peace among their presence. Battle has ended. Tsunamis are just becoming little ripples now. Dark clouds are slowly making space for the sunshine. Colours are getting back to the canvas. And I am here just astonished by how she just turns into a simple town girl. Not so long before she was just there beside me wounded, catching her breath, soaked in sweat and blood.