like old friends. { pc vs ss } day four.
Jul 29, 2017 22:54:33 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jul 29, 2017 22:54:33 GMT -5
LACE. |
and every demon
wants his pound of flesh
but i like to keep some things
to myself
The waves lull me to sleep and I wake adrift in thoughts of slit throats and Basil weeping scarlet tears.
Our boat carries us across sunrise seas and we flow with the current, salt lingering in the morning breeze. The water scares me, for I cannot swim and will surely drown should we capsize, so I cling to the sides of the boat and pray for a day as calm as the waters below us.
I should have known that the storm would arrive mere moments later.
It comes in the form of familiar faces upon the shore, ones I didn't trust then and still don't trust now. I glance at Titus, eyes weary, and grip my knives coated in specks of someone elses' blood.
I think of my wounds and the way my leg still aches under the weight of my body, my back and the sword in Kaiser's hand he could so easily stab me with, the sound of skull crushing underneath the weight of Titus' mighty swing.
I don't trust them. I don't trust the strangers on the shore. I don't trust myself, my skill, my will to survive. I don't trust that what I have will be enough.
("Let's get 'em" I signal to the boys, pointing a blade towards the other boat and its inhabitants.)
I do trust my heartbeat, still pounding to the sound of our feet on the ground running towards the echo of canon fire.
Sand below my feet, the world here is beautiful. It seems a shame spill the insides of strangers onto the shores, to turn this blue and white paradise red and brown and silver. Like bruises, purple and blue to grotesque shades of brown, fading from my skin as if they had never been there at all.
I wonder if their faces will fade from my vision the same way their names dissolved on my tongue.
"Hello stranger" I whisper to the wind.
And then I strike, names and faces irrelevant to my survival.so i like to keep
my issues drawn
but it's always darkest
before the dawn
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