Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street

sobeille found strange kinship in saint’s disfigurement. saint’s came in the external form; a ruined eye that peered into the un-world. sobeille’s blemish was internal, but no less disfiguring.

she wondered what else might be wrong with saint; did viscera anchor to a wrong place, was an organ out of order?

she sighed and looked down the beach. sunlight rippled off the waves. the water was still cold from winter’s hold. an’ what happened to your older siblings?