Wild Berry Meadow i am damage in the making

the lush summergreen of the meadow sharply contrasted the razored diamond edges of the unchild's thoughts. the presence of her companion had served to soften the blow of asperas's abrupt departure from her family, yet she grieved. the cultspawn was all broken glass and bitter bile, jagged edges slick with green poison. green, not like the thick soft grasses of the meadow or the glossy-leaved bushes with their bright winestain berries; more like the dark mottling of moss on moist rotting wood, or the toxic shade that gathered in warm stagnant waters. something creeping and malignant, a parasite that fed on the broken parts of her.
asperas eyed the berries warily, and wondered what they might taste like. more palatable than the bitter green taste in her mouth, perhaps.

date: august 31st
@Aliana