[private] hiding in plain sight; adna

[adna]

and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Adna keeps to herself most days.

Mostly because she doesn’t trust the hunger that has continued to grow. Some days it feels physical in the way that it rumbles through her. She can barely think around it; she can barely think around the way that it grips her stomach and causes her entire body to clench. She imagines the look in her father’s eye when the body was crumpled at his feet. She remembers the lessons that are now branded int he back of her throat and she hates herself for the curiosity that has begun to blossom in her chest day by day.

She avoids others because she can’t stop imagining what it would be to sink her fangs in them.

She imagines what it would be like the watch the poison take hold.

She imagines, she imagines—

She wants to scream until her throat is raw. She wishes the darkness would take her because it would be better than admitting she is not as good as she thought. This world is not as kind and she is not as gentle and she is not destined for the sweetness of her mother. She is her father’s daughter. She is the cursed.

It is all she can think about until she runs into the wendigo.

He is alien and unfamiliar and she pauses, her scaled leg rising and then falling back to the earth. She angles her head toward him, serpentine eyes narrowing in thought. On the outside, he is everything that she feels on the inside and she has no way of knowing that the sunshine of his heart was far too good for hers to ever comprehend. All she knows is that she looks and sees a mirror reflected back at her.

It sucks the air from her lungs and leaves her motionless, enraptured and alive with it.

adna

we're setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home

@[Velkan]