only friend

*Salem* · 03-08-2017, 10:45 PM

Since the end of the world, Salem had been her only friend. It's strange, and she feels strange. Everything about Salem is cut off, is weird, is... put away. There's no reason for her to be tired, other than the fact that she hasn't had a decent night's sleep in days. In weeks? How long had it been? Things are quiet and strange, and she approaches the rock garden with a bizarre reminder of the things that haunt her when she sleeps.

A ghost of her own past, this place was like living memory of it. Her movements are springy and graceful, and she's exploring. Salem is bright with it, shining. Shimmering. Splendid. Though she can't touch it, she feels it. All over, she feels the strange things that rest in her chest. It's not a heart necessarily, but it's something similar. The ghastly ticking would never stop, not while she remained breathing. How odd was it, to be alive like this? She's not sure either.

At least it was warm. Salem was pleased with the warmth, as her graceful step brings her closer to the rocks. Ah yes, a large, flat, warm rock. Stepping up and then leaping, curling up in a quaint package. Snuggled up with her own tail. Salem would get by.

salem
my name is blue canary

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