Ouroboros Spine arrii ⥈

the night of keening. 

but she did not scream. she did not weep. she did not shout aloud.

her humming was a moan that cut the hot air of the summer darkness.

the duck rocked to and fro, staring, staring.

if the tupilak came now, would i welcome her?

the silent tears tasted of bitter blood.