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Stone and LavaSome days her heart was stone.
It weighed in her chest, unbeating
Cold as ice, far colder than
Any winter she had felt
Far south where home had been.
(Had been, she thought,
When did my home become past tense?
When did it stop being so?
When did Gran-Gran, Miya,
Artal, Hekko, all my loves
Become blurry in my mind?)
Those days she was solemn and queer,
Said nothing, did much, and
Confined her stone-ice heart
To herself; she was unaware
Of the winter shards
That her eyes would become,
Some days his blood was lava.
It pulsed in his veins, so quickly
Sun-hot, much more than
Any summer he had been through
When he was young, and home.
(Its not home, he thinks,
Im not young, not anymore.
Nor are the rest of us-
Childhood was snatched away
By fire, by Father, by my home.)
Those days he forced cheer to his face,
Was less quiet than usual,
Slower to move than usual.
Anything to cool
The fire inside him, everywhere;
He knew not that
They were cautious aroun
my dreams are paranoia-filledI sit here wondering:
Do you also dream? (all of you I see ahead)
Do you also live? (all of you I see not behind)
my dreams are paranoia-filled-
each day I wake, heart pounding
a new fear fills my mind.
a little child,
curls of gold and dark eyes,
who does not
that his mother who hurt him
(his little sister must be protected)
anyone who even
Tommy replays his desperate defense
An ax on the side-
an ax in the side.
As his victim falls away,
Tommy drops the ax,
holds his sister tight and coos.
Mommy is here.
Mommy is everywhere.
Mommy will never leave
in the manymanymany
bodies that litter the floor
(whole and not whole,
fresh and rotting)
and again in the newly
person entering the house
Hitlerite, the perfect Aryan child
in the days of WWII
(always thats a stutter in my mind:
pigtailed and freckled and
little girl lost.little girl lost.
are you alone?
whither dost thou goest?
little. girl. lost.
why are you here?
the woods is no place
for children walking alone.
the twins that lived
in the cottage yonder-
they were eaten by
a hag in a house of sugar and delights.
the child with sun-fair hair-
she wandered into a den of bears,
lived to return,
but she was never the same again:
blind and crippled, poor thing.
little girl lost,
with your basket of goodies
your frightened, sweet face
your blood-red cloak
you will be lost no longer.
There, thats the path to your grandmothers house.
Be off with you.
(there are other, swifter paths-
I wonder what your heart tastes like,
pretty little girl lost.)
to.YOU.whyd you wanna stop?
a little pain
flash of knowledge
is all you
I need someone
who can see
what I (me) am
YOU I am saying:
I (me) am pouring out
my joy and love and
so that you can see
And in this outpouring
is all that I (me) need:
flash of knowledge
that I (me) want you to see.
Zutara Week: MythologyOnce upon a time, when the world was young, there were two siblings. The elder was a boy, and the younger, a girl. They were the children of the moon and the sea.
The brother was strong, and wise beyond his years, and he was a great hunter. The sister was beautiful, and graceful, and she could command the water, even that which was her mother.
Once upon a time, when the world was young, there were two siblings. The elder was a boy, and the younger, a girl. They were the children of the sun and the lava.
The brother was honest, and cared for others more than he did himself. In his childhood he had displeased his father the sun, and bore a scar across the left side of his face as a result. The sister was sly, and fierce. Both could command the flame, even that part of their mother which burned.
The brother and sister of night and of water lived in a house on a small island not far from the mainland. There was no bridge, only a series of small and slippery stepping stones.
Zutara Week: ManipulativeKatara was pretty certain that all this was Zuko's fault. The duties together (most likely swapping with Toph or the Duke); the accidental meetings (how accidental were they?); the constant cuts and scrapes that required her healing abilities (no one could be that klutzy): all were masterminded by that Firebending jerk.
Zuko was no fool. Katara disliked him- to be honest, dislike was far too mild a word to use. But as his uncle had always said, familiarity breeds contentment.
Or was he remembering that wrongly?
Anyway, he was pretty confident that eventually shed warm up to him. Patience was the key.
Katara got more and more irritated, and more and more irritable, as this continued. Finally, as Zuko accosted her in the woods on the pretext of hunting for mushrooms to add some savour to that nights dinner, she blew up.
WHY are you always following me around? she raged. Do you realise how annoying that is? You- you-
Zutara Week: SmugTold ya so, Toph said smugly, arms crossed in self-satisfied pride. Aang was frozen in a state of shocked horror and wretchedness.
Hakoda and Sokka were sputtering, the father holding his head, the son pounding his head on the wall. Neither seemed to have taken in the scene before them properly; if they had, they would have been strangling Zuko.
The latter was scrambling up from the resident Waterbender of the team and pulling on his tunic, while Katara was hurriedly dressing.
I Ill never doubt you again Haru murmured, head in his hands, his vision of Water-Earth babies destroyed.
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