The Strangeness Persists


With the stars shining above, I’m stood by the side of the road snapping my tail back and forth. For the longest time, it seemed as though I was lost in thought, unable to shake myself from a moment no longer there. But while the moment in question was long since gone, I could still sense it all around me, for all moments linger, and all things leave a trace. Like footprints in snow, or the memory of a lover’s face. Tilting my head, I sniffed the air. It reeked of God and the universe and the scent of her soft flesh although something told me she’d since changed to another skin entirely. I don’t know how I knew, but it was in the air, tickling my whiskers and pulling the strings of my little heart. On the other side of the road, the fox watches me, waiting for me to join him. Up ahead I hear the cries of the animals, calling not just to me but to her, and although I’m itching to join their dance, still there’s something I can’t put my finger on. Locking eyes on those of the fox, he bows his head and impatiently yelps for me to join him, but all I can do is look up at the sky. My eyes see the stars, and yet my mind sees things I can’t find the right words for. I guess it doesn’t matter, for what good are words for the likes of me, and yet the strangeness persists. It follows me wherever I go. From place to place and shape to shape. Yelping louder, the fox raises his paws then slaps them down onto the ground. A lone car shoots past, then another. With their headlights soon fading, I shake myself free and sniff the air again before moving across the road to join him.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

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