#tpiel26

[poprockie]

To hide away, caught and torn, to just bleed herself dry.

She was cutting herself into pieces until she bled, breaking off shards of herself without refrain and without regret, and she didn’t seem to be stopping- only speeding up the process, perfecting it. Until she grew addicted to ends that justify the means, to carrying the world on her back and kneeling beneath its weight, until her head bowed but her eyes still glared so viciously that they burned holes in the galaxies and tore the stars asunder.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Medama wanted it to hurt... Wonder how many pieces she’d break herself into, how much smaller she’d get, before Shinsou realized she’d broken herself so completely that she didn’t exist at all anymore.

[poprockie]

There’s a weight on his chest. It’s something dark and decrepit, foul and disgusting- it’s heavy, unbearable, and it’s weighing him down. He swallows, his throat bobbing as he gasps for breath. And he doesn’t get any air, not even a lick of it. He just feels like he’s being swallowed whole, like something is biting down on him, feasting on his popping blood vessels and scavenging through his musculature and viscera to get a taste of every piece.

(It finds him delicious.

It finds him. Every little secret, every little memory, everything that makes him feel worthless and it pulls it to the surface between its teeth. It’s him- screaming and crying and desperate to escape its hungry maw, but all it does is bite down and chew. It’s teeth sharp and made for severing strands of flesh and veins and consuming until there’s nothing left.)

Suddenly, he’s all too aware of the blood pumping through his veins, of the sporadic breaths taken in wild moments that felt like a dizzying assault on his brain, and it’s so overwhelming- so overpowering- that he thinks he’s just about to fall apart-

-scatter into pieces-

-and then…

It stops.

And he’s left. Numb. Defeated. 

Shivering.