Mount Apikuni rooting

sacsayhuamán.

but it was not her own voice that said it. she did not jerk awake from a dream with the sickly falling sensation. her limbs did not feel her own, her body did not feel like hers.

she wanted contact, she wanted collision. even if it meant she must tuck the woman into her and bear the beating of mountain floors.

she needed to be certain that this one was here, that she had not yearned and became a languished creature for nothing.