As A Harpy of Sorts

It is autumn and she is slowly dying, breathing shallowly. I clasp her cold hands and whisper, "This is the way I like you best."
Because I know she will be back next year in her tattered green dress.
But today she is in a cold sweat, a cold, cold sweat. I shiver and I am happy as she pleads that I remember her, that I remember the colours, remember moist earth, thin t shirts, skin on grass and skin on skin. That I remember more of the sun than the feeble, quivering light which will scarcely illuminate the dead months.
I only smile in answer to her petitions.

I close the white door softly and already I start to forget...


And this is the time when my transformation begins, subtly and so slowly I cannot even tell what is happening. I forget. I forget. Every year I forget... But how can I forget? How...
I fall into patterns. I slip into habits. I forget her and everything she has told me and I watch it all die without the slightest recollection of our conversation. My days become weeks and my hours crystallize resulting in sudden stops and tremendous leaps in the passing of time. My health deteriorates and I eat more than is necessary. My reason melts into greediness as instincts to survive overcome my human mind and I start a degeneration into madness... I soon exclusively focus on needs of the flesh while my speech deteriorates into grunts and gestures. My animal mind grows like a tumor, sending out poisonous shoots into my dying sanity. I begin to avoid human contact at all costs. My senses become phenomenally sharp and my human mind finds it nearly impossible eke out any thoughts. I forget. I forget. The animal mind has my poor humanity nearly strangled and only the very last dregs of pure human nature can be seen barely flickering in the depths of my eyes.
I am LADYHAWKE .
My only relief comes in the gracious dark of night. As the animal rests, my mind is free to expand, ever so slightly, and I am permitted my sanity for a few short hours. But when the animal wakes, I become a feverish creature yet again.
This curse can only be lifted by her coming. . .









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