wild youth
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05-19-2023, 12:29 AM
There's something strange in the bamboo. Several somethings, several strange somethings. Born strange, he'd die strange, and everything else in between? That would be strange too. The boy wove his way through the maze, doing what he could to commit each stalk to memory. It grew so quickly, giving the impression that it was a living, breathing entity too. That was true enough. Living. Breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Right. He had to remind himself of that, too. Breathing manually. Erik was... breathing manually? And still, he could taste it. The slow, steady, raw ooze of blood at the back of his throat. Hell, he can always taste it. That shit doesn't go away. It gets worse, sure. Sometimes it gets better. Worse. Mostly worse. That's fine. He wanders through the tall bamboo shoots, orange eyes glimmering in the low light that the cloudy afternoon seemed to cast all around. His shadow was long now, and would only grow longer. Not always sticking to the path, the boy finds it more comforting to tuck away within it. Hidden, but was he hiding? Maybe. Maybe not. It would depend on who asked. |
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