Gravel 'n sand grate 'gainst m'belly, an' flight's gone; 'm left awkwardly humpin' m'self up th'beach. This body's not built fer th'land; it flops 'n slaps 'n waddles, an' th'light blurs 'n stings m'eyes. But th'girl's made ferris land, an' she walks tall'n sure up th'beach. "Thank you. I wish I had something to give you." She says t'me. An' she looks down th'shore. I can't really see much b'yond a few shadows, but I can smell'em; more people, more warm bodies.
Well. Consider what t'do, whether t'roll back inta th'waves, 're figure out what's happ'nin'....but I can't. Not wittis body.
Can't 'splain how I know t'do what I do, but I do. Roll on th'gravel, feel th'fine stones grind inta m'skin. Rool an' twist, rub m'self hard 'gainst a jagged stone, like I seen sheddin' snakes do'n th'bush. An' fin'lly, fin'lly I feel th'skin split 'long th'back'a m'neck. Rolls off like an' ol' shirt, but't feels like jes' what't's. I shriek's I flay m'self, m'new skin shiny wit' blood an' fat, m'eyes blinded by th'sun. An'I roll onta m'back an'I pant, suckin' air inta lungs't feel suddenly so much small, an' m'sealskin tangles 'round m'ankles.
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Date: 2011-03-14 11:14 pm (UTC)Well. Consider what t'do, whether t'roll back inta th'waves, 're figure out what's happ'nin'....but I can't. Not wittis body.
Can't 'splain how I know t'do what I do, but I do. Roll on th'gravel, feel th'fine stones grind inta m'skin. Rool an' twist, rub m'self hard 'gainst a jagged stone, like I seen sheddin' snakes do'n th'bush. An' fin'lly, fin'lly I feel th'skin split 'long th'back'a m'neck. Rolls off like an' ol' shirt, but't feels like jes' what't's. I shriek's I flay m'self, m'new skin shiny wit' blood an' fat, m'eyes blinded by th'sun. An'I roll onta m'back an'I pant, suckin' air inta lungs't feel suddenly so much small, an' m'sealskin tangles 'round m'ankles.