in the closet
embarassment
this is what the black and white haired woman felt
as the current weather conditions spark pandemonium in her chest and head.
the fugitive resides in her own cramped closet,
cowering, clutching her knees close to her chest, trembling like a leaf
she seeks shelter behind her monochromatic fringe (not enough)
she seeks comfort in the enclosed darkness that cradles her, (still not enough.)
she is small again.
she wants her papa,
mama,
anyone really
…
…
they won’t come.
a knock outside makes her jump out of her own skin.
—
“Shiorin~ I’m here. I brought hot cocoa for you… come on out~” a melodic voice sings.
relaxation comes upon her tense shoulders for a mere second, only to snap right back into its previous state as another boom resounds.
“Shiorin~?” Still sing songy, but softer this time, the demon is falling out of character.
a beat passes.
another.
a click of unlocking, the turning of a knob, opening of a door,
the dull clank of a mug being set down,
Nerissa allows herself in to the archiver’s chambers, just this once.
footsteps sound back and forth,
they meander around,
searching, seeking.
Shiori wants to get up but she’s forgotten how to walk
Shiori wants to call out but she’s forgotten how to talk.
the shrunken leader only weakly puts her hand together in prayer.
“… the closet! right! it’s Shiori… there’s gotta be a body in there.” Nerissa jokes to herself.
‘Yes rissa’ she wants to say it but she can’t get the words out.
the raven, thankfully, trusts her own instincts.
another twist to a knob, closer this time
the pulling open of a door, a door to Shiori,
the sudden brightness makes shiori wince.
before her vision could adjust, arms and wings wrap around her, turns her to a bird burrito.
shiori nuzzles into the crook of the ravens neck,
wraps her arms around her in return,
the thunder begins to fade,
gradually, it gets quieter and quieter
the raven stays until there’s nothing at all.