MYO-5273: Meridian ♡

when the lambs is lost in the mountain, it said. they is cry.

meridian (it/they)
age unknown. akin to about 35 years of life experience.
about 5'10" tall.  fit, wiry.
pansexual, no gender presentation preference. service top. fem genitals.

the evening redness is a burlesque dancer who's stone cold in the face, but body sultry and roaming eyes ravenous, carnivorous.
meridian is equally aloof, cynical and jaded, nihilistic, but eyes strangely innocent and earnest.
perhaps somewhere deep down, it wants to hope. hope to be happy and hope to find worthiness.

young, impressionable, troubled, no where to turn to, and never one to practice self restraint. a life of crime fulfilled it's desires.
but greed was a fickle master. insatiable. the emptiness grew deeper, abyssal, chasmic. yet it still yearned for more, though it yearned for something else.
for the first time, it's heart desired, full to the brim and bursting. it gave him everything, anything he ever wanted and asked for.
but his greed was far more insatiable, and he would not stop until he ate its heart and left it nothing, not even broken shards.

that was yesterday. or perhaps years ago. it can't really tell. it is empty, albeit a different kind from it's youth. gone is the greed, the bottomless pit.
it goes through the motions of living, but it is a ghost. it walks through the meridian of day and night, life and death.
but with enough patience and kindness without expectation of reciprocation, it learns to live again. slowly but surely.

the bustle and noise filling the walls of the cabaret makes the place feel alive. the cheers and ovations make it content. at ease with itself.
the evening redness smiles earnestly to the crowd without saying a word and exits stage left with a final flourishing wave.

sometime come the mother. sometime the wolf.