Blackfoot Forest sound is faster in water than in air

he answers her with the voice of a chronic smoker. how can such a soft and sensitive organ create such metallic noises?

maybe if she opened his throat up, she would see many cogs and screws, like a watchmaker's failed experiment. maybe a cuckoo bird would pop out, on a spring.

it's okay, she winces. i can do all the talking.

she glances at him again, from head to toe. there are many things to pity about him, but he probably thinks the same of her. she cannot seem to stop shaking.

have you ever been betrayed so terribly?

the question is hollow and she answers it herself.

i know someone who deserves to die for it, she pauses, her saliva filming over her mouth. a bubble forms, filled with her breath. it pops.

it's my brother. she searches the mossy eyes for a reaction.