March 12, 2023, 03:29 PM
she watched with soft, sunken pale blue eyes.
pleased to see her eat, pleased to smell the scent of her around the den in fresh marks. it made the place feel less alone. it made bjarna feel less alone.
words passed between them, each spoke a different tongue.
she watched the cracking of the skull and saw only resourcefulness. thought of when she used to break off ribs from old carcasses. a thing lost to time.
was she still hungry? perhaps tired, maybe thirsty.
pleased to see her eat, pleased to smell the scent of her around the den in fresh marks. it made the place feel less alone. it made bjarna feel less alone.
words passed between them, each spoke a different tongue.
she watched the cracking of the skull and saw only resourcefulness. thought of when she used to break off ribs from old carcasses. a thing lost to time.
need?
was she still hungry? perhaps tired, maybe thirsty.
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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RE: blóði - by Bjarna - March 12, 2023, 03:29 PM