Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Despite their claims of not knowing each other, Thal can tell her words land exactly where she wants them to. A bitter satisfaction fills her as his restless shadows move around him, the unconscious feathering of his jaw enough to guess at his anger. However, his control is stronger than hers, and she watches as he hones it into a deceptively soft smile and placating tone that only further patronize her.
The blade of his speculations draw a line across her heart, deep and welling with shortcomings - with the prolonged silence to her prayers, and the exodus of people from her life, and the gaping hole of her memories. Thal feels herself begin to tremble, setting fire to every cell in her body like a flood that she braces for. It swells in her chest, all heat and smoke and suffocating anger against the pain of his words. Her voice barely escapes above a whisper, ash on her tongue that begs to devour. "You know nothing about me."
The blade of his speculations draw a line across her heart, deep and welling with shortcomings - with the prolonged silence to her prayers, and the exodus of people from her life, and the gaping hole of her memories. Thal feels herself begin to tremble, setting fire to every cell in her body like a flood that she braces for. It swells in her chest, all heat and smoke and suffocating anger against the pain of his words. Her voice barely escapes above a whisper, ash on her tongue that begs to devour. "You know nothing about me."
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
