deadelk
As if I'd ever. I've seen worse through landscapes, scarred faces and torched hands. Melting, melting skin. I guess they were more convinced that the elk's death was of natural causes, as if the metal chunk lodged in it's heart just formed there. I ate it anyway, and threw it up of course. I'm sick on sitting on this log everyday. I keep looking at the skyline waiting for something the change, for a tree to fall, for that eagle's nest to fall. It's been the same. Nothing grows, nothing falls. Even after the storms, which is why I started checking. When the storm happened, the one that killed the dog, and that lead to the dead of the elk, I expected something to happen to the forest around us. Winds so hard they tore the shed down, and yet none of the trees moved. I don't care if they're giants, I'm better than them, right? They don't understand math, they don't have pets just so that they can stare at them. I have a blueprint better than them, fundementally. They mock me, just standing there. Next storm I'll outlast them out there, no matter who tries to stop me. I still think about that elk. It looked so sad when it's heart failed. It's body is still in the freezer. I look at it every now and then. There's a pattern in the veins, maybe a message of sorts. I think it's death reminds me of things. Father gave me one of it's teeth and while I didn't care at first, I think having it in my pocket keeps me reminded of things. Maybe eventually I'll decode it's message.