break these bones until they’re better; any

[Sabra]

Sabra

I am alone again, after encounters with the past. Faces and names that kept me in a tail spin long after the men they belonged to had left. My progress is slow on foot, the spear in my chest hindering every motion. It's dark by now, soaked through with blood that just won't stop trickling down its length. 

Drips and drops follow me everywhere I go, and they follow me when I go to the field that evening. Crystalline blue tinged with blood red, fiery gold. And I find the mirror of myself bathed in the dying light. Small, gossamer winged and with a stubborn set to get mouth that looks hard on a face so young. My lips tilt downward as I sight her, the trajectory of my steps curving with elegant purpose as I cut through the summer grass. 

My head tips sideways as I stop before her, expression flat and calculating. "Who are you, girl?"
I ask in my eternally silver voice. She's pretty, and like enough in colour that I could call her my own, if I wanted to. But first, her name. 

I wanna be Immortal, like a God in the sky


I wanna be a silk flower, like I'm never gonna die

Photo by Kareva Margarita


@[hypatia]