Thursday, December 11, 2008

Tatuana

The salty smell of the sea and the breeze comforts her bleeding forehead and nose. The effort of holding her tears hurts from the inside of her skull, but crying would only blur the small image she can get from the ocean. The gallows await, but it doesn't really matter right now. Only those blue waters in so many different shades at this time of the fading light. She swings her weight from one foot to the other, softly, getting a rhythm, trying to mimic the movement of a ship at sea. The sound of the waves is the only thing important now; ignoring the noise coming from the other cells.

The dungeon has three cells divided by bars. Two are occupied by men, hers is in the middle, alone, and with the only bench. One of the men cries and curses, lying on the floor all curled and holding his manhood. He had offered it to her through the bars , to "have something sweet for supper before her death." When he screamed because of the 29 teeth that almost amputated him, his crying was heard in all the small fortress of this small forgotten island, even the people from the town heard it, and thought of what kind of new torture had the soldiers devised to avoid people from going the wrong way in life. This made two guards storm in and found the man crawling, and her already on top of her bench, trying to get the rhythm of a rocking boat. They didn't warn her, just went in her cell and plunged her head to the wall. She fainted, because of the hit, for the lack of proper -if any- food at all for months now, for trying to dream of a death at sea.

The last ray of sunlight leaves her with a bittersweet feeling just like when a loved one dies and blood turns cold while holding them. The next time she feels the sun, will be her last. The moon avoids her sight, she knows it, but it would be nice to have her company this last night. All the small points in the dark give her no warmth nor anger. How pointless they seem right now, when she doesn't have a ship in need of direction. The salty smell is now mixed with some sand, just as the first time she felt curious about the stars.