bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Whatever she preferred? Anything she wanted? The glint in her eye was satisfying enough; immediately drawing the length of her bow. Pondering over the variety of elements within her quiver, she settled on the electric one, listening to it snap and dance along her ears. Whether or not this might trigger something for the Flood was beyond – besides, she wouldn’t be hurtling it at him. Not yet, anyways.
Watching his movements, she followed suit, pinpointing her gaze directly on the waving kite, catching its erratic motions as it tousled about in the wind. When she finally thought she had its number, she drew back the string, listening for the telltale whip of it against the air, before it flew towards the makeshift dragon.
Watching his movements, she followed suit, pinpointing her gaze directly on the waving kite, catching its erratic motions as it tousled about in the wind. When she finally thought she had its number, she drew back the string, listening for the telltale whip of it against the air, before it flew towards the makeshift dragon.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
