cover your crystal eyes {lucy/percy} // blitz

lost in skies of powdered gold
caught in clouds of silver ropes
showered by the empty hopes
as i tumble down

My skull is breaking.

Pressure builds within my head- I cannot tell if it is because it is so late at night or if it is because of the chaos. Born from darkness, carved by pain, it never leaves me. Like ink from a broken, cracked pen, it is spattered about my mind, clings to walls of my skull.

My stomach is full and my bones are heavy- I have never inhaled so much food in my entire life, not even after our family became wealthy. The echoes of the way my stomach would claw at itself, gnaw at itself like a rabid animal, still linger in my head. Sometimes, we went weeks without food, but after a while, you become numb to the hunger and its agony.

The dining hall is vacant except for myself and a willowy blonde girl- Lucrezia Eckhart. She is a strange one, sticking out starkly against everyone else. There is this wonder in me, relentless and ravenous, that singles her out. Maybe it is the sadness I swear I see in every line, every shadow, every crease of skin, in her face, or maybe it's just that the familiar name Eckhart calls to me.

She is a girl with blood behind her; I am a girl with blood on my hands.

Lucrezia Eckhart knows the graveyard as well as I.

Perhaps we are not all that different.

We could be friends, if I tried. A small smile curves my lips at the thought, though I don't think it holds much promise.

(There is too much darkness for light here.)

I'm going to die anyway- I may as well.

"Eckhart!" I call. But she doesn't seem to hear me.

I act on impulse when I reach over to the platter to the right of me, grabbing a blueberry muffin in my hand. With one deft movement, I chuck it across the room, right at the back of her head. The muffin bounces off and rolls on the floor.

A crescendo of giggles cuts through the heavy silence. For once, they are not forced.

falling fast to the ground
i know i'll wither so peel away at the bark
because nothing grows when it is dark
in spite of all my fears