Disclaimer: I don't own spirited away.
Yesterday dreams -tomorrows wake. And your body, like a star. Dieing above it.
There are too many layers of sopping fabric clinging to her flesh, so she sheds them as she climbs the thin staircase tucked into the back of her shop behind a colorful beaded curtain. She cares not for the pools of silk and salt water that hug the floorboards and catch on the exposed nails and drywall she never had time to finish installing.
She only thinks of the clammy feeling of the wetness against her skin and the need to be rid of it.
There is a trail of glittering, ruined finery leading through her small apartment, ending at the glass door of her shower.
She can't seem to make the water hot enough to erase the feeling of teeth ripping at her arms, and they bear faint scars -whispers that tell her it was real, it was all real- so she scrubs her skin until it is red and raw.
And the feeling isn't enough. So she drags herself away from the spray and into her bed -heedless of the puddle that forms on her sheets. And she listens to the chaos that is happening a thousand miles away and just below her window.
A bone shaking rumble of impact. A roar of fury. A booming voice that sounded like rolling thunder and the snarling of every predator she's ever heard.
"Swine! What did you think would happen, left alone now that you've run off the dog that guarded you. Did you think of what the wolf would do the fold?"
Note: Offerings and sacrifices and angry gods. the realness of her home, her existence marked in this place, with the unreal of her. As always though; Reviews are a very nice thing to leave.