rzeka || one-shot

rzeka płynęła w lesie przez lata, zapomniana przez wszystkich i samotna.

samotność budzi głód.

głód musi zostać zaspokojony.

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"the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight / drunk and driven by a devil's hunger / drive your son like a railroad spike / into the water, let it pull him under / don't you lift him, let him drown alive / the good lord speaks like a rolling thunder / let that fever make the water rise / and let the river run dry / and I said hold my hand / ooh, baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river"

-delta rae, "bottom of the river"