parousia was weak.
she had grown as intended if one followed a guide, but she was a pitiful excuse for a growing child. the smushed state of her face did not help. the odd burden of conflicting gene pools did no favors, either.
often times, she stumbled until she could no more. then she sat wherever she fell down.
sometimes she cried, other times she did not. life was far from kind to her. life might snuff her out before she knew it. these things remained elusive to parousia.
she babbled nonsense to herself as she sunk her paws into a puddle of mud.
somewhere overhead a large bird circled.
she had grown as intended if one followed a guide, but she was a pitiful excuse for a growing child. the smushed state of her face did not help. the odd burden of conflicting gene pools did no favors, either.
often times, she stumbled until she could no more. then she sat wherever she fell down.
sometimes she cried, other times she did not. life was far from kind to her. life might snuff her out before she knew it. these things remained elusive to parousia.
she babbled nonsense to herself as she sunk her paws into a puddle of mud.
somewhere overhead a large bird circled.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
note: bjarna speaks broken english at best.
icelandic will be italicized with translations on hover/click.
icelandic will be italicized with translations on hover/click.
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host - by Bjarna - July 07, 2022, 04:02 PM