“ we’re living,Sweet Sigyn, we’re living. look at me, we’re living… even you.”
your mouth is full of dirt and blood and you didn’t think it would taste this way. dying, living, the end, whatever it is you just didn’t think it’d taste this way. wet and a little rotten but with that coppery zing biting it’s way through the death.
you can feel your own heart on your tongue, beating. your mouth is a drum. your mouth is full of dirt and blood and the band that plays on and so many ghosts of words that you hardly know where to begin without worrying about the haunting that will come of saying anything at all.
“you’re wrong. we’ve been dying since the first of it all. this whole universe is just a yawning last breath that hasn’t reached it’s end.”
and then you pause, you smile, and your eyes burn, burn, burn.