SUNTIDE WILL WASH THE MORNING AIR / wind crawling over skin / ears will ache / sore pressure trails from nape to jaw [should have brought a scarf] was that the cold air though, or was it the raising of discomfort around you / how quick stiffness settles -- stress brimming in your chest, this potent feeling, it will surely result in heartburn ; chaos ensuing again. with everyone being together like this, you can feel it, the pitting & obvious notion, the onslaught of bickering that had been drowning a prior meeting, & a vase being thrown. that tension is brewing. ROTTING. SOAKING IN
zeke said it would be a good idea to have brunch as a group, since there was a clear tension between CERTAIN MEMBERS. sure, get together, try & set these bonds back in place / ironic, how this felt more like splinting a torn off arm / setting a broken bone back in it’s skin / how vain to mend what is irrevocable : & of course, that man didn’t attend this said union. [of coooursseeee.] How foolish / how silly / how dim you are, you fell right into his trap. &now, you must sit, mediate the table. pieck; ensure annie sits still / ensure reiner does not poke & prod at such lose threads / ensure porco or bertholdt does not feed the fire / ensure some sense of sanity is held. ‘ since this is on zeke, order as much as you can. ’ you try to joke, you try to sound gleeful, & yet spite is dripping from your lips. & so, one by one you sit, one by one you take a seat ; you sit between blondes / armor & woman / dividing such a pending doom. & a boulder now resting on your gut -- you taste it, you can feel for the first time a hint of anxiety sprouting from a plot in your ribs / organs throbbing with anticipation / they might rapture with the slightest threat. zeke should know this by now, you can bury all the broken & ugly bones you want, you can bury the hatchet, but erosion will soon expose it all. & corrosion will take these bonds, eating / devouring / biting, so famished -- biting away at rusted & dirty blades / weapons -- they are so bent from war / wet too long from blood / too damage to fix [but they refuse to toss them away] hmm.
‘ this will be so fun. ‘ a whisper, such a flat cadence will hum / caught between teeth / so wide that smile casts ; was that amusement or dread just now? hm. annie, she was not the sour note in this melody, no / marcel & porco knew this as well. Oh, slate stare will sit over pair --- how the issue stemmed from reiner and berthold, & their lover's quarrel? again. & again. how routine. so shameless, so outright / so crass -- so disgraceful-- [men are truly so trivial.] & you close your eyes, cheek resting to hand, & you listen, brothers will whisper & men will fumble over short chatter. how awkward. [ is there alcohol here.] ‘ do you all know what you want? ’
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