MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
She could only smile and shrug at that. A quiet apology, a resolution to make up for it later.
The breathing part came easy enough. But when it was time to let her thoughts drift... too much came rushing in at once. The pale girl was a classic workaholic. Keeping herself busy to keep the mind from racing, from being overwhelmed by her own thoughts. It seemed so easy at first, to rest in the quiet dark behind her eyelids. But then, images of the farm began to surface. Of family members. Faces of those she had loved and lost. Places she would never visit again.
They surfaced, and she shifted uncomfortably, unease flitting across her mind. Grief mingled with old fears, when the nightmare came to join them. A door broken open into the snow. Blood on the threshold, and the room beyond... empty.
A twist of her neck made it pop, and as she struggled to contain the memories with clenched fists, frost began to leak into her breath. It clouded in her exhale, crept across pale knuckles like feathering ferns... The cold ought to hurt, but she didn't even seem to notice it.
The breathing part came easy enough. But when it was time to let her thoughts drift... too much came rushing in at once. The pale girl was a classic workaholic. Keeping herself busy to keep the mind from racing, from being overwhelmed by her own thoughts. It seemed so easy at first, to rest in the quiet dark behind her eyelids. But then, images of the farm began to surface. Of family members. Faces of those she had loved and lost. Places she would never visit again.
They surfaced, and she shifted uncomfortably, unease flitting across her mind. Grief mingled with old fears, when the nightmare came to join them. A door broken open into the snow. Blood on the threshold, and the room beyond... empty.
A twist of her neck made it pop, and as she struggled to contain the memories with clenched fists, frost began to leak into her breath. It clouded in her exhale, crept across pale knuckles like feathering ferns... The cold ought to hurt, but she didn't even seem to notice it.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
