The blinding lights peeked through her pale, blue eyes
that would soon be dyed of a calm coffee-brown.
A man's voice,
the first tune that drummed her ears,
was like a slow rhythm that matched his beating heart.
As she whimpered and crawled to search for a nipple,
she suckled onto his round thumb
which perfectly fit her hungry mouth.
Meanwhile, his warm hands sheltered around her small cupped body
that curled in a ball
as though she was still inside the womb.
When he brought her closer to his chest,
his heart boomed louder than the bullets of rain
that fell onto the thin tin roof.
The warmth inside the man's body was all enough
to only notice the faint lullabies of the wind,
rather than the stifling coldness it left behind.
The hot steam from his nostrils glazed her young fur
in a dry warm bath
with the spice of love directly from the chef, himself.
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One day, she will be bigger,
and the world will be too small for her outstretched legs to expand.
She'll explore through the open window,
beyond the sight of the old path.
But if she must ever return home,
not to depend on her eyes or she would be lost.
It wasn't familiarity of that den in which she was birthed,
nor the spiky grass that was the first to nestle her malnourished body.
It was only the warm hands that had taught her,
for the first time,
what it felt like to be safe on one's guard;
expressing rather than explaining what love was.
To feel content in the floating scent of familiarity channeling from within the chimney,
and it would also return a soothing voice of internal melody,
familiar to a single person,
projecting a feeling of warmth
not on the skin
but deeper inside.
Reassuring her that
she would never be too big for the cradling nest
she knew
as her home.
About the Creator
Kalina Xiong
When you engulf yourself enough in other people's worlds, you eventually fantasize about your own.
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