Licks of black hair swept her forehead and arches of brow as she speared straight up in the frigid waters of her receding bath. The level had dropped while she had been most comatose, a soaring consciousness under the weighty drapings of erstwhile and crestfallen memories, tripping over one another as she lay still in her bath tub before shooting upwards to stare across the way at the steam slick mirror that fanned into double glazed frames before her. A hand reached out to the surface to wipe away the film of smog like sheen to view her face. Eyes widened as she took in the damp, lacklustre waves of raven that fell to shoulders small, even frail seeming without clothes or much meat anymore. Collarbones prominant sickened her. In revolt, she turned her face away and bit her inside cheek, grasping at both sides of the bath tub she sat shaking in. Nails bitten down and jagged scraped along the old porcelain as she scowled into the bitter darkness of the back of her eyelids. Momentum draining. Plughole too, as the last of the waters now frigid seeped away.
She found herself gazing upon the drain for some many moments before retreating for a frayed robe and faded towel to enwrap her face in dabbing away droplets of cold and tousle the damp from her hair. But delirium was great. It dove into Juke, mumbled incoherent, strained whisperings into finely shaped ears. Delicate already, all the more for her gaunt face and sable-green eyes in the shadowy corridor of creaking mansion.
Hand out to turn the handle of her bedroom she gasped. For bloodied streamers of darkness groped up the patterned wallpaper. They spelled out her name. "THE SHIP HAS SUNK WREN JUKE"
"ALL THE WAY DOWN"
"AVAST! THE CITY HAS DROWNED AND SO HAS ITS DAUGHTER!"
A trembling circuitry of wired chemistry, she wailed and fell to her knees, stricken with the terror of the phantom bleakness that wickedly spun its entrancing horrors in a wily script down that wall....Her life blended with a new furnishing, a devious decor, that hummed at the edges of her reasoning, had her feel like so many slurps of water running away, down a drain..
She found herself gazing upon the drain for some many moments before retreating for a frayed robe and faded towel to enwrap her face in dabbing away droplets of cold and tousle the damp from her hair. But delirium was great. It dove into Juke, mumbled incoherent, strained whisperings into finely shaped ears. Delicate already, all the more for her gaunt face and sable-green eyes in the shadowy corridor of creaking mansion.
Hand out to turn the handle of her bedroom she gasped. For bloodied streamers of darkness groped up the patterned wallpaper. They spelled out her name. "THE SHIP HAS SUNK WREN JUKE"
"ALL THE WAY DOWN"
"AVAST! THE CITY HAS DROWNED AND SO HAS ITS DAUGHTER!"
A trembling circuitry of wired chemistry, she wailed and fell to her knees, stricken with the terror of the phantom bleakness that wickedly spun its entrancing horrors in a wily script down that wall....Her life blended with a new furnishing, a devious decor, that hummed at the edges of her reasoning, had her feel like so many slurps of water running away, down a drain..