Maila

[Johnny]

photo[c]blakelipthratt

SPIRIT OF THE STAIRWELL
I bring you Maila*, the aftermath debris from the collision that was Roush and Ataxia.
Polaroid memories, faded by time, are glimpses of a first tooth, a childhood friend, the day that daddy left. If she could have burned the image of her own exit, she would have. She’d watch with concentration the ink and plastic as they curled into nothingness. Much of the information here will never be admitted by Maila herself, instead festering amidst the clutter of her mind.
GLASS ARROWS
Her coat, a matte shade of palomino, is white-washed and neither glowing nor glorious.
Her eyes, two hard-to-see pits of brown, are not mysterious or sad.
Her build, bird-boned and petite, is not muscular or graceful.
Her smile, crooked on the left like her father’s, is sarcastic and magnetic.
Her withers, which reach a height of not-quite-fifteen hands, are bony and jutting.
Her locks, indistinguishable in color from her nicotine-stained coat, do not flow.
Her age, beyond which she is mature, is gauged to be somewhere between four and five years.
STRANGE TERRAIN
Little attachment to her past has her acting beyond five years of age. She has no room for angst, or hatred. Insecurities about her father have made difficult for her the process of selecting a lover. However, because her closest childhood friend was a colt, she maintains a ‘one-of-the-guys’ mindset. Liked for her sarcastic sense of humor, she knows how to make nearly any situation fun and/or worthwhile. An appreciation for beauty has her out strolling most sunsets, when she bids adieu to the sun and watches the stars step forward. She has a bit of a sweet tooth and can often be found where blueberries and strawberries grow in abundance.
THROUGH THE DESERT ALONE
Early life was full of bliss [of course, not without ignorance] for Maila, who distracted herself from the wrong-seeming things by running with a rough and tumble group of colts that shared territory with Roush and Ataxia. She learned how to scrap despite her size, using speed to her advantage whenever she could. These skills helped at home when Roush played too rough with her [clearly not understanding the tenderness his girl had always longed for]. She hated to admit that she never once believed she loved him. So, when Roush was nowhere to be found, on a random chilly morning in early spring, Maila couldn’t say she felt much of anything. He hadn’t been a role model for her, only been around to fuss over Ataxia or else pick arguments. Occasionally he’d engage his daughter in difficult-to-win games, likely to boost his own self-confidence. So when he suddenly vanished, Maila had felt only cold relief. She couldn’t help feeling bad for her mother, but when pity ebbed away, Maila took her own exit.

*pronounced MY-luh

songs
Sleeping Lessons|The Shins
Get Out|Circa Survive
Through The Desert Alone|Circa Survive
My Horse Must Lose|The Sound of Animals Fighting
Gemini [birthday song]|Why?