the boys who kiss and bite
they are the brilliant ones
who speak and write;
She was no fighter, and no stone block in the face of danger. For all her summoned bravery, she found that her entire body was shaking. When Tobias had come, Coszcotl had stepped in and taken the beating meant for her. Sen would never let any harm come to her. But who was here to protect her now? No one. She was completely alone in this; she had willfully separated herself from those who could protect her, and she may or may not live to regret it.
His words promised death if he could catch her. His eyes promised significant pain beforehand. Her vision swam as she slowly backed away, each step slow and deliberate, but she fought the tears – they would prevent her from seeing clearly. She tried to calculate, to come up with a plan, but all she could think about was his teeth and the damage they could do. It filled her with panic.
“I don’t want to play…” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She kept backing away, forcing herself to lock eyes with his, hoping that it might distract him from the widening gap between them. She took a gasping breath, choking on the panic as it broke her and she sped off through the grass.
Her breaths were rasps, her paws blurs, as she ducked through some heavy brush and made for the trees, desperate to find a hole, a downed log, anything that might hide her slight frame. Finally, an old, thick log, tangled in viney overgrowth. She didn’t even slow down; she ran into one end at full tilt, tucking herself into the shadow of its rotting carcass. But where was he?
they sing in clever tongues
oh, how my knees go weak
to be the one;
H U S H
five ** soul ** home ** |