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Jacqueline
Legacy Name: Jacqueline
The
Angelic LainOwner:
taniaAge: 18 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
Born: July 3rd, 2005
Adopted: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: December 30th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 81
- Strength: 209
- Defense: 204
- Speed: 205
- Health: 212
- HP: 119/212
- Intelligence: 3
- Books Read: 3
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. EIGHT.
I.
[...]
And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Such pure leaps and spirals -
Surely they travel
The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift
Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.
[...]
Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling
Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given
These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes
Six sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair
Touching and melting.
Nowhere.
II
I feel it as I grow, the bitter thorns of their presence piercing my delicate skin. They have forever altered the flow of all things; I could no longer exist without them. For they are the air I breathe, the blood within my veins, the dust i walk on. They are all that I am.
III.
Her laugh trailed behind us. For what seemed like hours I could hear it and for years to come I would remember it. She haunted me, there was no other way of saying it. For what we had done, how careless we had been, the price of her life became the cost of ours. They found her scarf and gave it to me. A scarf... All that's left of her and all that remains of myself.
J.
IV.
Her sheets were drenched in sweats as she woke up to the piercing sound of her own scream. Her daddy came running in the room and she looked up at him, but he did not meet her gaze. For how could such a man see? How could any man see with no eyes? But her daddy had eyes! The shadows were playing tricks on her mind. #Jwasonly6yearsold
V.
Blood. There was blood everywhere. Where am I? Where was she? I don't know who this is. I am. How can there be SO much blood? Where is the blood coming from idonotknowwherethebloodiscomingfrom. From behind! Behind who? Me? What? No. Calm down. I am calm. T h e r e i s n o t h i n g b e h i n d m e. I am nnnottthiiinggg. There is nothing.
VI.
Have you remembered the eggs?
We ran out of them.
I told you before you left.
If you don't mind.
No it has to be, it's her favorite.
Thank you. It's an important night for her, everything has to be perfect.
Yes, it will. Are we picking up your mother?
Yes. I can't wait.
VII.
Jacqueline has always been a dancer, as had her mother before her. She endured the pain and the regime without complaints for when she was dancing she was completely free and nothing else mattered. When she was a little girl, she used to wear her tutu to bed. She kept her blonde hair long and loose so that it followed in her steps, as graceful as she was. She was the cutest little girl.
VIII.
Her skin was that of the winter sky and her plummage would have made the darkest of nights flame with jealousy. She danced with her so gracefully that the earth itself would not dare hold her any longer. She raised above the stars and embraced the light. The frail silhouette was dancing with her; Warmth leaving her body as she left the stage for the evening.
Free, gracious, a dark object of desire, the swan spread her wings and fell back. The dance was over, she had shined, she had been
perfect.
Poem in I. by Sylvia Plath
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