Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
Ophelia has not had the pleasure of meeting their resident healer, but with arms laden with strange ingredients and hope in their heart they enter the infirmary to change that. “Is Isla in?” their dreamlike voice is akin to the aroma of tea, seeping insistently around the room to the various inhabitants. The uncertain glances and shaken heads don’t dissuade them. What is a few hours of waiting when you need neither sleep nor food?
The ghost begins to set up the items on an empty table, humming nonsensically as they group each item into a little bundle. Happy to be included, to be trusted with such a momentous task. Wherever Isla is, she can meet Ophelia at her convenience; of the two, she is the one with the far more important daily tasks.
The ghost begins to set up the items on an empty table, humming nonsensically as they group each item into a little bundle. Happy to be included, to be trusted with such a momentous task. Wherever Isla is, she can meet Ophelia at her convenience; of the two, she is the one with the far more important daily tasks.
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
