the sweet acrimony she can don on her chest. callous & unhinged. that brightness in the green of her eyes, the woman has met so many failures, this will not be, cannot be one of them. a book gripped between her fingers, a farewell, her hell will be bottomless. the flightless build their own wings, & prepare their own ascension, the flightless pretend they are at peace. they are so fearful, they know they will never be, she will fall as he did.
challenge, challenge, challenge. in prayers she barks, don’t hurt me like my father did. but at the same time, she asks god for an end, an out, one card pulled & she’s removed from the game permanently. she is fearless without death in her shadow. maybe there are beasts in her, maybe he’ll release them. she’s curious, hungry, athirst. she cannot consume worlds with such a small jaw. give her something to become, give her another future, another fate. she bats her eyes, lashes or feathers. a certain tiredness under them, she made life unkind. it was always her fault, that’s what they said, that’s what she says.
she killed them. yes, that was her unholy word in the mouth of the demon’s, she brought them to an end. goodbye father, i love you was a well - told lie. suffering is all & well, but breeding it is a new malevolence. taste the hurt, she’s had fists on her cheeks before, blood in her mouth, she knows what his rings taste like. those are things you cannot forget. so when she looks at him now, she doesn’t see another qualm. she couldn’t if she’d liked to. ask her why she is godless, her lips are red.
she will be killed. yes, as his book is deemed more valuable than his own blood. she understands that feeling. she wouldn’t be alive otherwise. you hold the holy in your hands and it becomes holier. she’s seen angels crawl for things like this. more than monetary needs, she wants them to crawl to her, to bruise their knees like hers were. he’s stalking closer with a knife. she has seen this before, has she not. she doesn’t move, but her smile pulls closer to the sky.
she has been killed. yes, the taste of blood, knees bending, she’s so close to the earth. it didn’t hurt as she thought it would, her shirt blooming in red, her lips are red, a hand reaching before she falls, what a monstrous kind of art, sort of aria. a reaper to his left, are you so happy to see me, i am yours now.
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