be god in the shape of a girl
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be god in the shape of a girl
hysteria in the silent screams
LONESTAR BOY FOUND TREMBLING IN VISCERA AND SPINAL FLUID SHOUTING AT GOD’S (HIS SISTER) SHADOW: “TURN AROUND! LOVE ME! LOVEMELOVEMELOVEMELOVEME!”
last year was the final year they were siblings, one trailing after the other. two siblings, one who would die first because it was their way and one who would allow grief to cross over the threshold. two siblings, helldaughter and holyson.
he’s no longer a brother: he’s a soul unraveling itself from hers. an echo of water, damaged blood fading quickly into the distance.
still helldaughter washes away holyson’s soap carved anguish. crimson liquid spread from his palms to hers like a fever; always tied together for better or worse.
spiraling spiraling spiraling: can this road deliver them home safely?
she’s no longer a sister: she’s a shadow clinging to the wreckage of his ruin. a hand reaching out for falling snow, only returning to the body with water.
shaky fingers attempt to close her brother’s wounds, yet she opens another: memory.
no god or devil guided her that night. marred by their bloodline, nothing could’ve stopped her.
she should have thrown the first rock, but all she did was carry her brother home. away from that poisoned well, away from the maggot infested water and deeper into their bloodline.
