#can't think of why and she lays her soft furred chin on the earth to think her eyes catch in the moon's silver glow and she thinks it must

[trashcanalienist]

#it's like internal bleeding like they've cut open the sun and the heat all pouring out the light all pouring spilling down like #life or river waterfall of way too warm and sobbing prey animal sweet deer with broken legs cannot crawl to safe hollow and her throat #slashed and falling slipping on her redsoaked grass she turns her head and thinks it like the river she was born beside #so blue and glittering in the empty starlight but the river was cold like stars and she is cold but the grass she lays upon shivering #shifting trying to find comfort in this her end is so hot so furiously heartbreakingly hot and she can't understand why #can't think of why and she lays her soft furred chin on the earth to think her eyes catch in the moon's silver glow and she thinks it must #be such a cloudy day for the sun is a disc but doesn't blind like a coin like an eye like a bullet and she wonders and wonders #and she cannot understand the poor film that seals her in darkness the sweet deer she is laying and she cannot understand #her poor legs hurt but it's fading and her neck has such an odd feeling like loss but it's fading and it's fading and she feels safe in #that fade and she feels safe enough to not concern herself with it and the poor darling she mewls so softly in her baby's voice staring up #up and always eyes rolling up to the stars but unseeing unseeing unseeing #and i think the kid would be so cruel and his blade as cold but - there might be a kindness in an understanding. #words i speak #nonsense #creeptalk #first name book last name rambo #just at the end there