LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
He does open his mouth to say something, anger bubbling up in his throat before spilling out as flies instead of words. Their legs catch in his teeth, little bodies wiggling under his tongue and worming into his throat. He shakes his head, fingers digging into his mouth to scrape away the flies before he ends up vomiting into the water. He had wanted advice on how to protect his child from the Ascended and this is what he gets? Clearly the god of nature, so soft towards babes, wanted nothing to do with him or his. Maybe he had fucked up somewhere. But it was fine, message received. If this is how the gods wanted to play, then Locke would take it, as soon as he's done puking up flies.
-FIN-
-FIN-
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
