FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
Finn can’t fly yet, and Remi can’t swim. The slam hard into the water, and wings of blood melt into the deep dark from his back, spreading, reaching, searching. It’s okay, Finn wants to say, but he opens his mouth and there’s nothing to breathe but water. It’s okay, I’ve done this before. Is he smiling, still, as feathers close around Remi, around him? The Lullaby shoves him, then, shoves him hard, and he really is soaring.
Remi can have his body. Finn doesn’t need it any more. He tumbles and freewheels, the water all around turning such a beautiful shade of scarlet that he can taste it. Red darkens, then, to black. To pitch, silent, sorrowful black.
Finn hits the ground hard, on his back, gasping in lungfuls of air, coughing and spluttering his way back to the front of himself. There is nothing but darkness all around him. He thinks his back is pressed against something, but what or who, he does not know. ”I am alone,” he announces to the madness. ”And I am alive.”
Remi can have his body. Finn doesn’t need it any more. He tumbles and freewheels, the water all around turning such a beautiful shade of scarlet that he can taste it. Red darkens, then, to black. To pitch, silent, sorrowful black.
Finn hits the ground hard, on his back, gasping in lungfuls of air, coughing and spluttering his way back to the front of himself. There is nothing but darkness all around him. He thinks his back is pressed against something, but what or who, he does not know. ”I am alone,” he announces to the madness. ”And I am alive.”
that the soul is revealed
