Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
The motions are easy to fall into, which allows Ophelia to watch the comically slow transfer of sap from vessel to vessel, a small amused tick to the corner of their pale mouth. It’s a lucky thing that their muscles never tire even when commanded to hold bowls aloft for long periods.
The explanation is complex, but Ophelia knows enough about the Festival of Lights to smooth over any inconsistencies. “I was born here,” they breeze, eyes falling to the bowl where the herbs are slowly breaking down. “Twenty-five years now. Though I was only allowed to visit the market twice a month. Even the Grounds is still unfamiliar to me.” With the levity they employ it would almost seem like a pleasant upbringing on the surface. “Have you traveled far then? Sam took me to see the ocean in Torchline, but I haven’t gone back since.” Both content to stay put and not one to suffer the pull of adventurous desires.
The explanation is complex, but Ophelia knows enough about the Festival of Lights to smooth over any inconsistencies. “I was born here,” they breeze, eyes falling to the bowl where the herbs are slowly breaking down. “Twenty-five years now. Though I was only allowed to visit the market twice a month. Even the Grounds is still unfamiliar to me.” With the levity they employ it would almost seem like a pleasant upbringing on the surface. “Have you traveled far then? Sam took me to see the ocean in Torchline, but I haven’t gone back since.” Both content to stay put and not one to suffer the pull of adventurous desires.
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
