Broken Boulder sometimes i wish i'd stayed inside my mother, never to come out

it is by all accounts a beautiful morning.  the sun is bright, the sky is blue, and the air is filled with the sound of birds.  

the dying girl cannot see the beauty in the morning.  her eyes have finally crusted shut.  she has lost fur from around her eyes from desperately pawing at them.  she cannot hear the twitter of the birds, for the ear infection had finally stifled her senses.  the tips of her ears are bleeding and flybitten.  her lungs are filled with fluid.  every rattling breath she takes shakes her bones.

she coughs, a wet noise, and mucus sticks in her throat.  she can't breathe.


oh god, please, n o, i can't leave him too

please no

not yet, please not yet, not yet, not yet, please no, no, no , no ——

 

 

i'm not ready yet

but she doesn't have the energy to fight any longer.