When is it not ok to hate? You can hate the food you eat. Certain colors. Times of day. Piles on piles of useless and forgetful pitter platter. You can’t hate yourself. Or others. Even if you really despise them. Because no. You can’t go one day from loving a person to hating them. It doesn’t work like that. It doesn’t. She promises herself this. You need to love them. Forever and ever. At least like. Like. Words. What even is the point of WORDS. The point of talking. “Calm down.” Who? Who was that? “Me.” You turn and boom. “It’s you.” “It’s always been you.” “You can blame others for your faults for days.” “The true acceptance is blaming yourself. And taking responsibility.” No. You shake your head. No- not you. Mariposasilk shakes her head. No. The name feels like a cage. A birdcage. In your clan you are a fish inside a bird cage. You can look outwards and listen and sing your pretty songs as lost as you want. But you can’t hurt anyone. Not anymore. More. Evermore. “Only this, and nothing more.” You realize, then. You are the raven. You are looking into the eye of the raven. She hates it when people try to save ravens. They are ghastly creatures with no life in their eyes. Stupid little things. A group of ravens is called an unkindness. For real reason. “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil… Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.” Nevermore will they get to see me. Nevermore will I see those horrid mangy creatures in my dreams. Nevermore. I’m sick of questioning the raven’s intentions. Because I am a raven. Across the starry sky I fly. My wings spread. I do not know where my wings will take me but. Somewhere. Somewhere is a place, I promise you. Nevermore will I be confused. Quoth myself, nevermore. So, under the cover of night, in a haste, I fly. Upon my grand bow, I find a rabbit and leave it’s blood for my clan to find, it is riddled with my scent. They will pronounce me dead. What a loss! Some will say. She was ambitious! And they are right, for I was ambitious once and am still today. Ambitious. Quoth myself, Nevermore. ------- sorry for being inactive forever. here to drop some emo lore. mariposasilk of wind clan is faking her death and becoming a loner. to um. explore the territories n stuff. its short but whatever. her new name is still up for debate. #suggest some cool stuff plz (related to crows/ravens etc) song by my bestie Sufjan stevens. quotes from my bro Edgar allen poe "the raven"
