blue lips / blue veins

  ❝   HUSH ,   TEEKL.    insolent  creature ----   ❞          a crass reply from familiar & an eyeroll from the witch.            ❝   -----  do  you   WISH   to  be  discovered ?!    ❞          one more mean - spirited meow draws an apology from blue lips.            ❝    i  know ,  i  know.    and  i’m  sorry  for  raising  my voice ----  but     raising  the  dead    is  stressful !    ❞          the   **scrape**  of rusted metal against textured earth pierces fog & silence in rhythm with ragged breath.    sweat stings salty   -------   dripping down onto lashes as if on cue ,  &  wiped with feverish excitement.     he’s done.    the casket door   * *  creeeeeaks  * *   loudly ,   a fitting noise.    a frightening one.    boy begs softly ,   p r a y s   that this works.   it will.    IT  WILL.     familiar isn’t convinced.

                       NOTHING  IS  SACRED ,   even in darkness.   witch boy ,  wide -eyed  &  wary ,  wanders through screaming streets until something amid chaos softly calls him ----   beckons  him   ---- closer.    closer still.    the scent ;  it’s unfamiliar ,  yet   intoxicating    &  my ,  how it made his mouth water.    fiery fur wraps round ankles given the pause.   he’d found it !    no  dice  needed !    soak in the word :   BAKERY.      no ,   it can’t be...     bread smells pleasant ,  but ------ not like this.