This is my futile attempt to crawl up in River's mind and write down what she's thinking after Wash died. I tried to capture her voice, but next time, I think I'll stick to writing Jayne...
Criticism welcomed, since I really do want to get better at writing more serious pieces.
The words are out of order.
Upside down and confused.
Brian needs fixing. Needs new parts. Old ones got all rusted.
Dead people can't be fixed, Simon says. They get all used up.
They can try to climb back in, but they don't fit.
The puzzle lost a piece. Can't finish now.
Everyone knows that.
They hear it.
They speak it.
Cry it up to the heavens but the 'Verse doesn't give us what we want!
They're just laughing down at us, never giving a damn.
We don't matter. Of course not.
They laugh because the world isn't right and no one can fix it.
Can't fix planets, or love, or people.
Simon says you can't fix people.
Can you?