#natara

For @diabolikpersonals & @your-dialovers-fav-is-shit/ @ominous-horse-noises

I have a love that is alive. only 4 years old, I swore I lost you 17 years ago I have a love that grows by the day A life on its own. I have a love that talks to me when I’m happy I have a love that embraces me when I’m sad A complimenting love that never treats me wrong. I am me and my love is she. I learn far more from her then she does from me. You have been so sacrificial to me, Natara. the daughter of my self love, i have an undying trust in you. & as selfish as this may be I ask this time that you stay alive for me; because I have a soul searching for purpose.

NATARA: N as in “knee (N.IY)” ; AE as in “at (AE.T)” ; T as in “tee (T.IY)” ; AA as in “odd (AA.D)” ; R as in “race (R.EY.S)” ; AH as in “mud (M.AH.D)”.

It's not fair that she was picked and not me. I have been waiting for this day since my thirteenth sun cycle. How was this plump, dimpled, delicacy chosen before me? I have spent my entire life preparing for this moment. I’ve worked hard for this moment. My face is made up to perfection, covered only by a thin flowered veil that smells of mint. My dress is hand stitched to perfection and red as a fresh strawberry ripe for picking. I bet that stuffer had everything handed to her on a silver platter! She didn’t even attend our weekly worship sessions unless they were mandatory! I have been an avid follower of Him since infancy. I have sacrificed every moment of my free time to make myself perfect for Him in the hopes of being worthy. My parents supported my decision wholeheartedly and made sure that I got three meals a day between my studies.

We all stood with wide eyes and bated breath before him on this day of the Summer Solstice Ceremony. A row of thirteen year olds awaiting judgement from His divinity to determine which three were worthy of Him. He who chases out the night and rises the sun with a single bat of an eye. Who tends to the lands and people like a farmer to cows. He who ensures that we are elegantly molded and He who watches over us like a vulture with it's wings beautifully spread across the sky. He stands before us, casting a large shadow that envelopes everyone in the group. His eyes are far too warm and beat down on us like a spotlight, his mouth a thin line. He keeps the chosen girl close by, a talon gripping her arm as she grins smugly. Oh, that dastardly smile sends a shudder down my spine as I glare at her and her stupidly plump face.

If only I were as plush as she was! Maybe then He would look closer at me. He chooses yet another girl from the group. She has dark brown hair that cascades down her back like hot fudge on a sundae and her skin is a light almost bleached color. Again I curse myself. Why was I cursed with this disgusting tanned complexion? Oh, how I wished to have skin like hers, if only to get the last remaining position in His good graces.