@belayadeath to shadow ( ... ) : “where did you think i was all this time?”
DURING ANOTHER TIME, AN INTERLUDE OF THE PAST, THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN A FORKED TONGUE READY TO FEED ACRIMONY FROM THE TIP OF HER TONGUE. THIS, BECAUSE, SHE HAS YET TO HANDLE LOSS WITH CARE. * these hands of mine are withered and bruised. but the space between them is monochrome now and there is a sound of weeping coming from the atmosphere. is it me? SWALLOW IT DOWN. eyes blink, turning off the faucet behind skin. she adjusts her gaze from bianca to the wall just shy of her shoulder. tell me, is that a ghost you hear in her silence? no, it’s her heart. it flutters in the breeze, looks like a deflated balloon. she doesn’t want to answer but surely the eerie quietude which has settled between them is enough of a response. always, always, always hiding behind something, aren’t i? she’s thinking about the echoing memory of laughter again. mine and yours, and i pretend it isn’t my poor excuse of a beating organ fluttering but us, instead, in the breeze. like time did not roll over and in upon itself to bring them here to this moment.
❝ i didn’t think. ❞ the admittance is weak. shadows are always larger, stronger, when closer to the sun. (LOOK AROUND!) not a single blind is upturned. the sun high in the sky, but as good as beyond the horizon in this room. she curses beneath her breath. i do not thrive on the ground. i am meant for the sky. all this to say, she is sorry you have to learn this now. ❝ you were gone and there was nothing i could do. right? ❞ what’s that old saying? ask and you shall receive. s t o p ... she wants to take it back. she prefers combat from the home of a cockpit. ❝ you can’t tell me you wanted to be found. ❞ correction, YOU CAN’T TELL ME THERE WAS SOMETHING I COULD HAVE DONE.
