cw: extra, lian's pov
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I DREAM OF THE VOID SOMETIMES. A gaping pit in the cosmic curtain and its silence that screams. You look at the thing and you know its gut-twisting, bone-crushing melody like the heart of a meat factory. But there is absolutely nothing to waft that stench towards you. The smoke alarm doesn't ring and the fire keeps spreading.
Devouring.
But the void isn't a bouquet of licking flames. It is the murky backwaters of a dingy bathtub if lungs could breathe it in. If my lungs didn't have to breathe. The pink tiled bathroom is my dollhouse where the tub is too small and my spine shifts beneath its skin. Miles and miles of skin. Bare, too bare.
An overgrown baby teething away at its mother's womb.
So I started to dream.
An ant in a bottle of ink,
A Lilliputian in birthday suit
At the palm of the vast.
The Void doesn't care about the way your flesh & bones are strung, or what's between your legs or how bulbous is your chest. It slurps you up like Theo slurps his steamed Maggi, with no heed for your texture or taste.
Maybe I've too much pride in the face of a cosmic butthole. But I wasn't going to die screaming away from a doomsday tsunami. So when the void plunges me into the pool of black ink, I strip myself of my covers and
Breathe.
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apricari 𖥧
Short Storyapricari (v.) to bask in the sun. An incognito tab tells Theo that 'Lian' comes from Helios, the Greek sun god. Lian becomes the sun when the cafeteria gets too cold in Jan. And Theo? The sun-worshiping daisies by his childhood house. cover art © me...
