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Oct. 4th, 2003 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kuangningHer tears are dried in the morning. She comes awake slowly, listening for a moment, knowing that soon, the twins will come bouncing in, and she will be caught up again.
She wants for them. The want is a tangible thing that closes her throat and presses against her ribcage. She wants for them what she did not have; a chance to fly, to taste, to be what they are. And so the want silences its screams and she stifles it herself as best she can, with its willing unwilling complicity, for the want itself -- and in her mind, she and it are separate consciousness in one skin -- knows that to interfere is to deprive them of what they are, and to change them forever.
She wants for them. The want is a tangible thing that closes her throat and presses against her ribcage. She wants for them what she did not have; a chance to fly, to taste, to be what they are. And so the want silences its screams and she stifles it herself as best she can, with its willing unwilling complicity, for the want itself -- and in her mind, she and it are separate consciousness in one skin -- knows that to interfere is to deprive them of what they are, and to change them forever.
