Mount Apikuni eaten alive

she cut through the overcast night. restless in a way that was becoming too much to burden others with.

one might consider it thoughtful that she took herself beyond the ridge to air out such a mood. she did not know what she considered it. selfish, perhaps, as most actions she took came to be.

somewhere down below a creature stirred.

she dared to press her course higher and higher. desired to lord over the land for but a moment in time. to taste power again like honey and berries.

yet her brain could imagine only the taste of rot and meat.

wordlessly, she expressed her frustrations into the air. a guttural churning of sounds.