Two Eyes Cenote levitate

her eyes sagged terrifically, inert, smudged fuses in a fuse box, her mind a few ticks behind, raising her head on choppy ones, twos, and threes.
muat-riya. pharaoh muat-riya.
she is made poignantly aware of her own spiderlike-frame and folds in on herself, dissolving as if water spilled on her head to toe.
"pharaoh," she dogears her corners further, "pharaoh ... i-i've intruded. but please, p-please, i've—"
only in her cuckoo-like delirium would she be so uncharacteristic to even utter more than two words, a sentence if she was frazzled.
hunger changed her in ways she could not describe. she prostrates, reverential.
"i'm in need! in need, of ... food and shhelter."