[ It's so cold. She wonders how long it's been like this. She wonders for how much longer it'll keep being like this.
She can't see or feel anything in this state, only Baba Yaga's obsessive desire to close the door on the skeletons in the closet, close their eyes on everything that hurts, the hunger. She agrees. It would be better off that way. And suddenly one day, maybe the sun will shine.
She's rusting a lot, but there's one particular spot that seeps through more than others. The white of her shirt over her chest is stained particularly reddish-orange, visible even through the crystals. Her heart. Her bleeding heart. All the stabs and broken bones and everything she's dealt with, being brought up with every hit, every touch of violence from Gregor, still doesn't come close to this.
Together in rot. Yeah. They really are Sinners, no better than the other.
This disgusting ball of worms hits her, and for a moment, she's obscured from vision -- lost in the sea of vermin. ]
cw worms mention but im not teej, also /2
She can't see or feel anything in this state, only Baba Yaga's obsessive desire to close the door on the skeletons in the closet, close their eyes on everything that hurts, the hunger. She agrees. It would be better off that way. And suddenly one day, maybe the sun will shine.
She's rusting a lot, but there's one particular spot that seeps through more than others. The white of her shirt over her chest is stained particularly reddish-orange, visible even through the crystals. Her heart. Her bleeding heart. All the stabs and broken bones and everything she's dealt with, being brought up with every hit, every touch of violence from Gregor, still doesn't come close to this.
Together in rot. Yeah. They really are Sinners, no better than the other.
This disgusting ball of worms hits her, and for a moment, she's obscured from vision -- lost in the sea of vermin. ]