http://syl-thorn.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] syl-thorn.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] estdeus_innobis 2011-03-15 01:19 pm (UTC)

Th'folk 're gathered 'round somethin', tangled'n thrashin' on th'sand. 's Kate'n me get closer, I see'at't's a serpent-creature, woman an' fish an' snake, an'I hiss through m'sharp teeth cuzzi hate seein' anythin'a th'sea netted 'n hauled into th'dry. Th'net 'tself makes me uneasy, an'I keep m'feet away frommit's tangles.

Whoever th'snake is, Kate knows'er. She kneels down, whispers a name inta'er ear, an' th'heavy thrashin'stops. 'er sides heave 's she gulps dry air, an' somethin'....somethin'...

Dunno whatcha wuz messin' wit'is mornin', but sure don't help'n old lady sleep.

there's a cage all 'round us, built out 'a despair like it was chains holdin' us down t'broken glass, and every time we struggle we cut ourselves...

Hey you, you put her down, fuckin' trash, should string you an' that stringy bitch up along with your friend.


Whoa, yeah, somethin'. Somethin' fromma dry time long 'go 'n far 'way. Press m'hand 'gainst m'temples. Th'sun hurts m'eyes. "Reckon we both know'er," I says t'Kate. "Reckon we all three ovvus knew each other, somehow."

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