the keeper of lost things
Aug 2, 2024
she crouches down, her knees ready to straighten.. the tips of golden hands thrust forward, there is life leaking from the body of the man laying to one side, the other is pleading for its life, her breath is hissing between her with teeth, stain your language red , she is not ready to die the most hideous of deaths, only more running will work — yes, leave their bodies for the bacteria.
