the boys who kiss and bite
they are the brilliant ones
who speak and write;
She woke up fresh and optimistic, even surrounded by the strange presence of cold, hard rock and the sound of trickling water. Her left hip was stiff, breaking her graceful gait with a slight limp, a reminder of the previous day’s impossible chaos and confusion. She had survived a demon and a bear, back to back, through incredible odds. The demon had imprinted on her. And then he had fought off the bear. It had all happened so quickly that it felt surreal, more like a dream than a day in her life.
Sen felt like a dream, too, as much as she wanted to keep his memory bright and new. The details of their peculiar meeting were faint now, but she remembered his eyes and his smell. Maybe they’d meet again one day. But it was unlikely to happen here, so far from the green canopy they were so comfortable in.
Her nails clipped quietly against the stone under her feet as she moved into the morning sunshine, blinking as her lavender eyes adjusted. Last night she hadn’t really bothered taking in her surroundings, wanting only to hide herself away and rest, and so had ducked into the first small cave she’d found. Now she watched the sun creep higher in the sky as it pulled the night’s chill from her cinnamon coat.
they sing in clever tongues
oh, how my knees go weak
to be the one;
H U S H
five ** bound by Dante ** midwestern crater ** |