Ankyra Sound V. That's the way the cornbread crumbles, that's the way the whole thing ends.
what's a little sweetheart like you
doing with a bloody nose?
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This arcing, needling, blinding pain

She was panting, pressing her shoulder against the bare touch of the cold stone wall. Losing control, losing balance. The rippling of discomfort that fanned out from her flank was now a steady droning whine -- at the back of her tongue a sharp dryness tinged metallic.

Was this what giving birth was? It felt so much worse -- so... so wildly out of her control, so painful, so inhumane.

Her vision was clouding, darkening -- was he getting up? Was he moving? Motes of blackness seemed to swirl across her vision. She fought hard against whatever onset of new torture this was -- why weren't her legs working, why was she feeling like she was sinking,

sinking down

through the dark cave floor, through the dirt, down into the dark and undisturbed blue deep.

Her blood dropping, her mind buzzing. Swarming, droning. Rushing, maybe like the sound of waves or the noise of a distant, furious galaxy colliding -- a twitch, a tremor -- something crawling up and down her skin..

What was happening? She tried to speak but felt she was folding into herself, fading away while her body was very much still there. Was he still there? She fought against slipping away, and suddenly she was gone but her body convulsing, spasming -- unaware that feet away the shadow had returned with flowers to still a malaise in her body that simply could not be stilled.
all of which makes me anxious,
at times unbearably so.
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RE: V. That's the way the cornbread crumbles, that's the way the whole thing ends. - by Raleska - May 14, 2020, 10:05 AM