Moonsong Glacier ulalume

directly following this thread; making some assumptions

she travels the fields as fast as she can,

as fast as a broken woman can,

a hind ankle shattered, her tongue in tatters. she leaves a grisly trail behind her like hansel and gretel's breadcrumbs; who will follow? will the witch be satisfied with her exit or will she want more?

and she has no direction, she has no purpose; she only knows to flee. and when she arrives at the glacier and clambers along the icy slope, slipping every third step, her mind is

the world is filled with swirling black dots—

mouth hits hard against snow. it's still gushing, blood pooling slowly over the alabaster surface. and the cool is at once excruciating and immaculate against her tongue and she presses it there, hard, noting the life slipping from it, heartbeat by heartbeat

heartbeat slowing.

she hears it.

will she hear it stop?

or will she lose all sense before her body shuts down?

ta-tum.

ta-tum.



ta-tum.

her tongue lolls as she loses consciousness, eyes fluttering shut, her pulse just a whisper in her throat.

(but still there.)