Two Eyes Cenote Leaf-nosed

she’d kept her tongue when eset admitted she tied her self worth to someone else’s belonging — but now that restraint unraveled. 

too old to be insulted, a quiet rage diffused within the crone. 

not real? her eyes climb the full of eset’s lithe body. how could she be so blind? life is magic. were you not born straddled to life’s shackles, you would see it for what it is: a spark of white against black, the conjuration of improbable existence from permanent nothing. brief and flaring and gone the moment you hold it. 

tell me, when you summoned new life into your womb did you feel it then? each new soul came from somewhere. 

did it feel real to you? when those souls left you and you bled out in the dirt?

the offer remained on one upturned palm, yet its window hovered on the cusp of slamming shut.