bones. / lucrezia + elvaina
Feb 2, 2016 21:38:43 GMT -5
Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 2, 2016 21:38:43 GMT -5
ELVAINA ECKHART
i knock the ice from my bones
Darkness fills the room. It creeps through the air and curls its claws along my wrists and ankles. Somehow, it has seeped through the pores of my skin. It must have found the opening they slashed into my chest when they called her name- "Amerika Eckhart!"- and weaved its way into my system. It must have gnawed a cleft into my veins and slipped into my bloodstream. I am a part of you, it declared. I am your flesh, your blood, your bones.
Bones. They rattle beneath my skin- it is scarred and ruined. I can feel them, how they tremble, how they threaten to break. They threaten to crumble. There is a promise, risen dead in the air. Ash is what they will become.
Bones. They mock me. I cannot see them with the naked eye but I can see them. They mock me by purely existing. It's like a voice whispers to me behind her grave. Her bones lie beneath the ground," it chuckles. She's dead dead dead dead and she's never coming back she's never coming back she's never coming back- and that is when I will begin to scream.
Bones. They tell a story of a girl who drowned the whole wide world with her soul. She wove it into the music she poured into the darkness. And she made it light. But no match was struck because she was the light, she was the flame that consumed the darkness. And so they destroyed her, as she destroyed their precious darkness. They reduced her to just bones.
(But I kept a piece of her in my pocket, an ember, because I couldn't bear to let her go.)
Darkness took reign once more, and I bowed my head to it all and draped it across my own shoulders. Amerika shook her head at me and frowned. She held a lantern up to my eyes- and the veil lifted from my vision. I saw the light at her fingertips. I watched it tumble across the ground and crawl up the walls and everything else in the world- my world.
(But now darkness has returned to pay its dues, as it has, as it always will. Again. And again. And again.)
Darkness lifted its finger this morning and pointed it at her. It said, You, and because it said so, it would be her. It chose her. Darkness laughed at me when my knees broke beneath the weight of my sister's death sentence carrying through the air. Its voice was like nails scratching against a rusty pipe when it whispered in my ear, "Light can never be yours."
I am silent. I would scream if it would drown out the thoughts in my head, but the battle is already lost. So I say nothing. I just sit there. Still. And heavy. It's like I am made of lead.
But there is agony building up within me- and it bursts. It bursts, in a flood of brine and cries.
"I CAN'T BURY ANOTHER SISTER! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!""
Tears burn greater than any flame.
Bones. They rattle beneath my skin- it is scarred and ruined. I can feel them, how they tremble, how they threaten to break. They threaten to crumble. There is a promise, risen dead in the air. Ash is what they will become.
Bones. They mock me. I cannot see them with the naked eye but I can see them. They mock me by purely existing. It's like a voice whispers to me behind her grave. Her bones lie beneath the ground," it chuckles. She's dead dead dead dead and she's never coming back she's never coming back she's never coming back- and that is when I will begin to scream.
Bones. They tell a story of a girl who drowned the whole wide world with her soul. She wove it into the music she poured into the darkness. And she made it light. But no match was struck because she was the light, she was the flame that consumed the darkness. And so they destroyed her, as she destroyed their precious darkness. They reduced her to just bones.
(But I kept a piece of her in my pocket, an ember, because I couldn't bear to let her go.)
Darkness took reign once more, and I bowed my head to it all and draped it across my own shoulders. Amerika shook her head at me and frowned. She held a lantern up to my eyes- and the veil lifted from my vision. I saw the light at her fingertips. I watched it tumble across the ground and crawl up the walls and everything else in the world- my world.
(But now darkness has returned to pay its dues, as it has, as it always will. Again. And again. And again.)
Darkness lifted its finger this morning and pointed it at her. It said, You, and because it said so, it would be her. It chose her. Darkness laughed at me when my knees broke beneath the weight of my sister's death sentence carrying through the air. Its voice was like nails scratching against a rusty pipe when it whispered in my ear, "Light can never be yours."
I am silent. I would scream if it would drown out the thoughts in my head, but the battle is already lost. So I say nothing. I just sit there. Still. And heavy. It's like I am made of lead.
But there is agony building up within me- and it bursts. It bursts, in a flood of brine and cries.
"I CAN'T BURY ANOTHER SISTER! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!""
Tears burn greater than any flame.
try not to feel the cold
