what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger
salt, gritty against blood-crusted skin, eyes the storm grey of a howling sea patched knees and knobbly armor, scraped skin slick with guilt and remembran -- submerge and thou shalt not speak again, thou shalt not breathe gills plugged close and waifish figure a demented dance in the blue -blue: the bubbling pain, writhing, the righteous saline breaths, lord, forgive me, in the name of all that is good and gone, gone in a wretched blaze and charcoal breeze: fire, like a million crawling ants overflowing in lungs and panicking fingers opening and closing around the clasp of the drowned lord, forgive me, in the name of all that is good and gone;
for what is dead remains dead, and reigns in the depths, colder and longer
🐝 - Inspired by Game of Thrones' Theon Greyjoy.