the truth is a dull ache pounding
violently my side shakes and the earth bends and breaks just a little beneath the weight of the pitter-patter of footsteps i dream of blood caused by full moons a current of red rivers rushing out of me even though it has only been a week and a half and no, no, no, no, he has no idea. there is no threat of invasion only safety and movies. safety and silence and wishing. silence and the calm drip of warm blood.