the story was about blood
and when you look inside yourself and see the carnage there
what lies chewed up and dying
the scream of that blood stains everything you wear
so, it's normal.
next: find the predator
and take away his food until he (or she) lies weak and lifeless.
dismember the predator.
then his power is yours. yours to Use.
regardless of its relevancy,
as i vomited water i dumped the vial of blood.
little dots little dots dark little dots
i'll find something better for the time capsule
something more
inspiring
make something with the blood,
the part that pumps,
something my grandchildren will understand.
something that moves and will still move
will keep moving when this body stops
i am not afraid of death.
of where i'll be when i am not rebekah,
of what i'll be.
i am afraid of not-being while i'm here, while i'm this now.
rebekah is strong and beautiful
and max can tear the ugly world apart
so together we should be ok
he will be her protector
and hold her weeping womb with vibrating hands
and she will look up from the pool of tears in his lap
look up with diamond eyes
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