for you, i'd search a thousand lifetimes / d4
Dec 23, 2023 21:34:22 GMT -5
Post by fox on Dec 23, 2023 21:34:22 GMT -5
They pull him out of the water, dragged onto shore.
He died before they pulled him out, but that’s what hope is in the end.
The seagulls are peering at the figures curiously as they lie their head on his chest to listen. And the tide pulls ribbons of blood from their bodies on the golden sands.
No breath.
No pulse.
All things familiar in the world.
They touch his cheek. Cold now.
Roe is dead.
The tide goes on.
And they said, you could never hurt me, knife to skin, teeth on pulse. Burned in the flame of him.
Little deceiver, such a terrible liar. Because he hurts them in the only way he could ever. And they knew it then too. The first story in the world.
By leaving.
