bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
The ‘okay’ left her feeling clustered and coiled, her body simmering on the mercurial edges of breaking free in some frenetic display. What that could’ve been, she hadn’t a clue; the notions of making this whole celebration now a frenzy of happenstances and ongoings since the last time they’d had the opportunity to meet felt overbearing and overwhelming. Uncertain of she should’ve been ashamed of it, her mouth snapped shut and her jaw clenched, trying to follow Iskra’s line of thought without barreling onward into the threatening evening. “I don’t know. Mort didn’t say anything about her.” Nor did she suddenly want an addition to the list – if Dygra was always truly one for chaos, would she even care? She didn’t know enough, and a thousand other questions began to mar her mind, snagging and winding it into a snapping map of contrarian dispositions. Should she have been alerting everyone, before she knew anything else?
She bit her lip and forced down another piece of bread, taking in a deep breath and trying to focus on the hands along her shoulders. But now she was restless, and her gaze went back towards the crowd, seeing Flora and Kaisel wrapped up with one another in a hammock and not wanting to disturb it. “Yeah,” she offered in a low whisper back, with a feeble nod to follow, some part determination and some part engulfed, like she hadn’t noticed the tide rushing in.
She bit her lip and forced down another piece of bread, taking in a deep breath and trying to focus on the hands along her shoulders. But now she was restless, and her gaze went back towards the crowd, seeing Flora and Kaisel wrapped up with one another in a hammock and not wanting to disturb it. “Yeah,” she offered in a low whisper back, with a feeble nod to follow, some part determination and some part engulfed, like she hadn’t noticed the tide rushing in.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
