moonsprig

i. It was the suddenness of it she resented the most.A distant noise approaching and a white-hot star of pain. One moment her lungs were full, her heart thrumming. She was there. And then she was not. Or almost. There was no struggle. Not even a last ragged song to spill from her throat. ii. She'd never had a name for bitterness before. Never carried the weight of such complex things. She understood clear and simple feelings. She hungered: she ate. She thirsted: she drank. When she was cold she sought the sunlight and when she was tired she curled in on herself, circled spine, warm in her own embrace.Now she did not hunger or thirst. She d...