And it did.
August returns to a place he spent a lot of time in as a child (COUGH, in his emotional-neglect-laden childhood).
There was a patch of forest.
(For him. For him.)
Where the roots were tangled, and the sun winking.
Through the leaves, the dirt was speckled
Upturned and trodden
(By his paws, his)
It wasn’t nice to lay there
Cold and cloying, the clay, the dirt
(Yet it did hold him)
(And it did listen)
(And it did)
It did.
His gaze laid upon it now. Head bowed, chest heavy.
Sinking, his paws pressed into that same, wet, mud.
(It did, where others did not)
Where not an indent remained to mark his presence
Where surely, paws smaller than his now, pressed
And with eyes slipped closed and limbs shaking
(Angry, Aching)
Murmurs of gratitude fell out
He never wanted to see it again.
Author's Notes
Mostly used this to get back into the jist of writing again ; w ;.
Have fun trying to interpret this/make sense of it bc I don't feel like typing a whole thing explaining it lol. Or like... It's about being grateful for something that he shouldn't have had to be grateful for. Something that should have been given to him, but was denied. Angry over his treatment, but still thankful for the substitute, however shoddy the substitute was. (that was probably just more cryptic and confusing WOOPS LOL.)