ritual.

ashtree ashtree. why so ungrateful?

it is because of me. you still have. your soullifeselfspirit.

i would always have. let you have them. had you trusted me. you would not have suffered.

you only made it. more painful. by struggling.

(iamsorry)

i took. him deep into forest. into nightdarkshadows. where there is. no lightjoyhappiness.

it rained. that evening.

the ritual began. with what few servants. i had left.

they bound him. to a tree. he protested at first. panicked. screamed. cried.

my branches. brushed away his tears.

why did? he cry? he was safesafesafesafesafe.

(iwillkeephimsafe.)

i whispered. to him. the wordswordswordswordswords. meant for him.

the words. only he would. understand.

and he listened.

(openmindopendooropenwindow.)

i offered him. tearsbloodsapvitae. but he would not drink.

instead. he bit. me.

fortuitous. OuO

the tearsbloodsapvitae. leaked into his mouth. it was not much. a few drops. but enough.

i had not intended to. take his mind in full.

(suchiswhatthebreathingtreedoesiamnothe.)

he came around. to me soon enough.

he is now called char.

and he is mine.