Boartusk Heights [b] te sueño despierta

the girl with the bleeding heart, born one among many. fate had decided she would be a quiet bundle, even as her siblings were picked over, and some were carried away never to be known. her first instinct was to drink.

she sought to do so with her little mouth agape, writhing, reaching, but not crying for help; and as she settled her mouth across something, she would pinch down her lips and take a heavy drag. except, it was another sibling she was grappling with, and still there was no sustenance.

only now did she make a peep, her voice flickering in the dark—singing the song of need.