Fishblight Mire screa[m] (1996)

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vaguely dated to before the 14th. @Íkaros <3

swamp-sweat. debris forgotten by receding waters. chunked mud. bubbling moss. something bloated and half-submerged, stewing in the soup of brackishness and salted excrement. 

the stench of this place were unbearable - 

but no worse than the visions, she'd found. her long thoughts, blessed as ticks cracking her skull from within.

she laid in shallow waters, which were by turns warm and chilling, and she wouldn't think of the currents that guided the slow pouring liquid in an incestious circle from source to the source again, passing again and again, the same patches of suntouched slush, of swiftly tainted freshness-

her toes flexed.

her skull was fire. mysterious, eating thing, that swallowed trees and licked hills clean. it was crackling within her bones, cooking the black mass occupying the space behind her eyes, building pressure at her temples. pain, pain, pain.

she groaned, one eye lodged in the mud, the other rolling slowly. slowly.

it settled at some distant spot, then stopped. 

the madwoman still, half-breathing.