Just a tiny little drabble-y bit, almost a poem but not really. Apologies to those who may have wanted something longer but... Don't say the word count didn't warn you! Anyway, I hope that episode didn't destroy you as much as it did me :)
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It was an audible heat.
Oppressive. Angry.
The sun was loud. The forest wouldn't still.
But when he drew it back – all clean and smooth – the sun was quiet. The forest, calm.
The deafness filling the space in between.
And from across the yard, she could hear it.
The padlock that hit the ground and freed the dead inside.
Tin cans and openers. The teeth that broke the seals.
The barred doors slamming shut.
Carl's knife.
The fences that kept them in. The fences that kept them out.
The fences that kept them apart.
That's all there was, in the end.
Silence and noise.
Metal and cold.
The fall of the axe that kept him alive.
The swing of the blade that took him away.