TW: SH, intrusive thoughts, bl..d, sc.bs, mention of pain, implied diss.c..tion
--Briar--
Muddy, muddy, muddy. Muddy, muddy. Mud mud.
Bastet was wading through it with their body. I wade through with my mind.
What happened to them? And where am I?
It's dark. I can't see the stars. My head is against the earth. Pine needles nested in my hair. My fingertips are bleeding. Scabbed and bleeding.
It's hard to say what's happening. It's hard to think. It's hurried but slowed.
It's like forever blank. No thoughts can hurt me now. No words.
You deserve all the pain you will ever feel.
No no no. Mud. Go back to mud.
My hands find my scalp. I grip my hair.
Teeth gritted. I push my face into the prickly ground. Tears well. They burn.
"Please," I hiss through my teeth. "Please leave me alone."
No. No, I have to feel this. I have to feel the pain that I deserve to feel. I deserve this. I have to take the pain that I caused others.
But it hurts. It hurts so much. I want it gone. I want it gone. Please.
"Please."
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