No Cygnet for Sleep: 11
‘No Cygnet for Sleep’ contains strong language, sexual scenes, drug use, and gore.
No Escape From Eagle’s Lair
By Jivan Ward
Feel like ghost that haunt house now centenary as I walk through doors. Different. Just perspective change. I not wear those love goggles I wear fear and paranoia like second skin bumpy like bitten by thousand mosquitoes. Ané open door saw confusion start up smile to cold shoulder she invite me in and I stand to wait for sign of what to say or what to do. Small talk guise of radar phantom fingers feeling out feeling. She talk with intention cocooned – but what butterfly? Think I abandon without contact leave two month relationship in a murmur past. She swallow doubt and offer me seat at table to talk and eat and thankfully say, Beer or wine? I sit look down corridor and gallery of pictures look round kitchen as she skitter about with wooden spoon talk about bolognaise and bruschetta, she grab glass and set down next to me quarter red. Look over to TV I see blue slow blink tuck behind DVD player. I forgot to bring a bag.
She stands back to me grinding cheese over spaghetti. Feel steam rise to chin as she place plate down and basil tomato cheese follow breathe in deep. Hold knife and fork and she say, Spoon no? and laugh, I say, These plates new? She say, Old, and stop to think something over – intention to break, butterfly fly? She say, The truth is in the myth, Kami, the stories and lies hold the truth behind their thick skin like fruit. She calm say, It just boils down to whether you can sniff it out or not. She chew and sip wine let it fall down throat. She say, I saw you with her. Everything sink down past feet she grey eagle eye at me see I where she want prey caught cattle for slaughter, I swallow and stuff another forkful to see what she say.
Not sure what but not butterfly nor moth rear head from cocoon. Intention cloak and fang. She say, You shouldn’t have followed her, you hardly know her, and now she’s dragged you into something you can’t get out of Kami. She calm she swallow and sip. I chew wet sand cement can’t swallow. She say, There’s not much I can do now but show you our side. She raise eyebrow for me to speak look dead in the eye. She not phased. Exactly the same. No change. Sometime I wonder whether saying yes got me into whole situation.
I say, I don’t want to see your side.
She say, Well it’s not like I’m going to let you leave.
Jivan Ward was born and reared in London, where he learnt that there’s more to life than what surrounds you. Stumbling out of a tumultuous passion for music, into the corridors of libraries and the dank recesses of fiction, he began writing poetry and short stories before going to university to study the craft and art of writing. Tit led to tat and he works in retail and is currently writing a novel and running a blog. He believes the internet is a force of neutrality and that the publishing industry should invest more in its authors than its devices.
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