A Bird,
Held Down By Skin
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Held Down By Skin
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There are ten flies on her skull. She counts each of them as their labrums bury like hooks into fat arteries, slurping her blood like a slushie in July and, unfathomably, she does not shake them from their feast. The derivative itch is a terrible thing, and she thinks it might send her mad.
By the grace of all things good, she hopes it might send her mad.
The desert is assaulted by the canyon, with its sudden unreasonable existence that slams so bluntly into the sand. To Sabine, they look like two titans, brothers perhaps, caught in a perpetual quarrel over the kingdom they ruled. She pauses, as if anxious to pick sides in such an ancient feud, but instantly she knows she has made a mistake.
She should never have stopped. In a fraction of a second, the momentum she has been riding on disappears and all the weight of the past few days comes clapping like thunder.
Seventy-six hours, fourty-nine minutes and twelve seconds since she looked at Raum and felt the last shadow of home dribble away for good. Home had been finding dragons in the clouds after her mother had gone to bed. It had been racing up the highest tower until their lungs were fit to burst and their legs felt like tamberines. It had been the sound of knives sharpening and crows chortling and all the colours of the sea.
She does not want to think of everything she has lost, but tell me - what else is there to think of when your universe is made of four walls and a door to the dead?
Madness, then, was what she prayed for. Sweet merciful madness to wash away the love that was laughing at her stupid little heart, laughing because it had her wrapped around its finger, laughing because despite everything -
she still loved Raum.
By the grace of all things good, she hopes it might send her mad.
The desert is assaulted by the canyon, with its sudden unreasonable existence that slams so bluntly into the sand. To Sabine, they look like two titans, brothers perhaps, caught in a perpetual quarrel over the kingdom they ruled. She pauses, as if anxious to pick sides in such an ancient feud, but instantly she knows she has made a mistake.
She should never have stopped. In a fraction of a second, the momentum she has been riding on disappears and all the weight of the past few days comes clapping like thunder.
Seventy-six hours, fourty-nine minutes and twelve seconds since she looked at Raum and felt the last shadow of home dribble away for good. Home had been finding dragons in the clouds after her mother had gone to bed. It had been racing up the highest tower until their lungs were fit to burst and their legs felt like tamberines. It had been the sound of knives sharpening and crows chortling and all the colours of the sea.
She does not want to think of everything she has lost, but tell me - what else is there to think of when your universe is made of four walls and a door to the dead?
Madness, then, was what she prayed for. Sweet merciful madness to wash away the love that was laughing at her stupid little heart, laughing because it had her wrapped around its finger, laughing because despite everything -
she still loved Raum.
@Seraphina | "speaks" | notes: this is shitty and i'm sorry it took s0 long
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