thousand times I've fallen

KIADA you kneel and say your prayers with shaking hands and a mouth full of metal but the blood in your mouth tastes nothing He pushes her away, and she lets him. Sitting back on the ground beside him, drawing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Auni moves now, to come and rest at her side, to press against her and offer his comfort for her. A hand lifts to rub at her temple, and she exhales a loud side as she goes to stand and take another fur from the side of the door, moving to drape it over him. Moving back to the door, she opens it and requests for a real healer and perhaps a bit of alcohol, should he want it. She doesn’t know how he plans to cope. All she knows is how she never really had a chance to – thrust into so many dangerous scenarios and too stubborn to die in them. And she closes the door behind her requests, going to sit on the floor again, anxiously fiddling with her braid. What could she do? Nothing. And it kills her to be so unable, incapable of helping someone else yet again. It’s a never-ending cycle, isn’t it? Being useless when it came to trying to make people feel better. She was a failure with it, always had been. She’s not sure why she’s started trying. nothing, like holy wine as it drips from your tongue during confession and your hail mary feels h o l l o w in the face of all that r e d