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"TheWindTeachesMe.1.0"

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The wind teaches me; every wisp of wind quickens my flesh with knowledge.

Somewhere: a baby cries, and a mother calms it.

Somewhere: a mother cries, and is silenced.

Somewhere: a killer cries, and only I am there, through the wind, to hear it.

I understand what it is to be naked, and human.

I understand.

Soon I will be full, when one moment past I was empty.

Rhett had been sculpting me for months with his lash, teaching me small things, making me his. Last night he broke me. Too delicate--or too sensitive. The similarities and contrasts infuse me.

Out in the tall grass with only the wind to hear me moan, to cry out, to plead, he lashed me. He lashed me 'til I was numb, numb from the cold that seeped through my flesh from the crumbly, awkward, rough and pinching ground, and numb from the pain--and then further. He lashed me 'til the warmth crawled from my veins, escaping the cold, coating the rocks. [[He woke something inside me that had been trapped, cracked my shell and let It out.]]

He broke my shell.

[[Every slice was a mouth suckling the air for Its knowledge. Every slice he added was another voice inside my head, screaming untold secrets.]]

Finally, the voices coalesced, unified, Became. And I ran.

I think I shocked him.

Running, I sought the harshest wind, greedy for secrets, relishing the grit cleansing my flesh. Blind, I stumbled, crawling and pushing myself back up only to fall again, to crawl again.

[[ ...?]]

So now I lay on the rocks of the shore, an impotent goddess, a Jesus soaking in the sins of the world; the wind teaches me, and washes them Clean. And I will take their sins with me to the ocean, to cherish, to love, to forgive.