afterflood

he  has  been  quiet  for  a  while.  her  toes  dip  just  below  the  surface  of  the  lake,  cold  water  kissing  cold  skin.  she  breathes  to  disturb  the  air,  the  gray  clouds,  the  timid  honeyed  ray  of  light.  yekaterina  does  not  turn  to  him,  does  not  feel  the  need  to,  but  basks  in  his  tranquility  nonetheless.  her  lungs  gulp  it  down  greedily  &  cry  sunset  rust. 

“ sometimes  i  think  of  the  moment  when  i  finally  fall. ”  which  is  so  close  lately,  echoing  like  wolf  howls.  “ i  lost  count.  but  i  don’t  think  it’s  that  scary. ”  /  @afterflood