ext_292391 ([identity profile] biverbam.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites 2011-05-15 07:08 am (UTC)

i try to sleep, they're wide awake, they won't let me alone;

Things go solid like they'd been that way the whole time. Walls stay up, anchored to linoleum covered cement that squishes slightly from rot.

When River turns to look at Stefan the sea-foam is gone. There's something on (in) her forehead like a giant insect with the purple from her hands creeping up her shoulder, winding up her neck like a blooming bruise. There are splatters of blood on her and a metal serving platter in her hand but she doesn't know where they came from.

"Shhh."

Behind her there are clunks like falling dominoes as the doors lock and the endless hallway bends out of sight. There are clunks like falling dominoes of feet moving closer.

Eyes wide and panicked she whispers, "Run," right into his ear from twenty paces away and takes off.

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