ankles so white against the smears of mud, feet broad and ungraceful, his toes curling for purchase like boulders threaded with bone but no less solid. in the distance great gnarled green trees peer at his falters with curious, quivering leaves and grin to see one of their own, another pulse that thrives off nothing besides sunlight and swells of glistering air. beneath him, the pond wails a lace of skittering frogs and dragonflies. his gaze follows them and snags the air til it's torn and bleeding with bodies blue in a dark mimic of his eyes, til it leads to eager hips, ready to hunt, to fly like pale fish on river-bends of air. this is how flesh and flora forms one: his skin is the same color as the rocks, and when he leaps, landing bluntly on the stone, it is not collision, but coalescence.
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so there's tremble! if you liked it, make sure to check out some of my other books (the more recent ones because there is writing on here from when i was twelve and it is Not Good)
thank you for your support. writing this book helped me get through a lot, and i hope it helped bring you some sort of comfort, inspiration, or catharsis.
