exit wounds {{ sowen, jb blitz
Jun 12, 2014 11:11:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2014 11:11:29 GMT -5
No holes or breaks or rubble or cracks or smashed windows; the building was clean and whole so much unlike her broken home, cigarette smoke stalking in her skin before she even left it between her praying Elverum would be fine to Axton's simple existence. Some days she hoped one of the the group would get reaped, that Elverum would go off and get killed or that the other boy would take his place- or that she could leave her own skin behind, along with both the boys, but it was all radical, tears wouldn't be shed but missing them would substitute to some extent. Damn it all, peace was what she wanted, for both of them to go to sleep without words cutting into each other's skin and for her not to be the peacekeeper in all of this; for her not to be atlas forever. One day she wouldn't have to be, one day she could just reside back into the woods like some wild animal and be with that weird puppy-like man, and be in the mist she created with him piecing together the reality of it all. |