[ she comes closer. she doesn’t stop her crawl and makima doesn’t tremor away. she staggers to throw gravity from the twisted earth to its opposite and fails. her knick in reality begins to flicker and blacken until the floors and the sky are what they used to be. she can’t hold them both with her body crumbling faster, faster, faster—
blood squeezes from her organs and spits from her lips and stains the collar of her burning clothes. if her skin wasn’t slipping off her bones like loose, watery slabs, than they surely felt like they were close to.
she holds her hands out to beckon the beast, looks upon her one more time in the beauty’s burning fever— and before her eyes lose their focus, she fires twice: the remaining wing, and the creature’s heart. ]
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blood squeezes from her organs and spits from her lips and stains the collar of her burning clothes. if her skin wasn’t slipping off her bones like loose, watery slabs, than they surely felt like they were close to.
she holds her hands out to beckon the beast, looks upon her one more time in the beauty’s burning fever— and before her eyes lose their focus, she fires twice: the remaining wing, and the creature’s heart. ]