Black Blood

Trev leaves Em. Not good.

Em sat her bed, silent and still as a painting on the wall, Trev called away to the Dyad. With bandaged eyes, she reached for her brush and sketchpad and as a mountain stream inexorably gushes down to the valley below, pain flowed from heart to ink to paper with brush strokes short and curt. Ripping the page and tossing it like the changing wind tosses an autumnal leaf to the barren soil, she attacked the pad again with thrust and parry, ink splattering on sheets, the damage a spray of black blood on the alter of their still warm whey commerce. Again, paper ripped from moor and sent fluttering to floor as spooked quarry before the angst of hunter foul, ink drying as hope shed, forgotten, abandoned.

"Ms Em," said Pinky, "are you okay?"

Slinging another page to the floor Em pulled a rapid intake of breath through nostrils flaring white, her chest expanding as if to burst. As quickly, she exhaled, dropped her shoulders and looking exasperated, flung her brush as a dagger toward an enemy neither seen nor present. The tinny sound of hollow wood clacking unyielding metal echoed between breath heavy and hum urgent. Pinky hovered closer. "Get away from me! Get away. Please, just leave."

"Ms Em--"

"Can't you see," cried Em, ripping the bandages from her eyes. "Can't you see," pointing to her swollen eyes.

"Ms Em, please--"

"Please what?"

Pinky froze.

"Please what? What?! Look at me. These eyes. What good are these eyes. What good?"

"Ms Em, I don't understand."

"He's gone. I don't expect you to understand. How could you? You're a mechanical."

Reviews

[AutumnStorm]

I do so love how you are able to build, choose a colour and splash it every which way, just as Em does here. Mountain, stream, valley, wind, leaf, barren, soil, attack, thrust and parry, whey, moor, quarry and hunter, and more forgotten I'm sure, blood for one. Earthy, primal, those are lights that shine upon, raw. Raw heart, honest emotion, it's a stunning scene, watching her, watching the paint, knowing that she cannot see it, seeing her frustration, seeing that she cannot follow, the limitations, her sight adding to those that have nothing to do with it. Dramatic, hard-hitting, spectacular, and all created with 'mere' words. You show their power in all that you do here.