13. (thalia graceless)
The blood on your hands
is too much
for them
to even
comprehend.
You are sinking
in the
liquid.
—
Men of science,
they say,
looking at you,
do not believe in miracles.
You ask
why they think
that you would care
about that.
They say
that they have found a miracle.
They say
that it is
sitting in front of them.
—
Do you care?
They ask.
Your hands are wet,
ruined,
torn apart.
You wish
that there was blood on them.
Blood is safe.
What they tell you
is not.
—
There is a storm
starting in the air.
You can feel it
in your bones.
Oh
what you would give
to be above ground
right now.
You find peace
in the startling reality.
—
Little devil,
they smirk.
There is nothing
up there
for you
now.