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broken things
It is too clean, too peaceful, lying there as if in peaceful dreams.
There should have been a broken cage on the ground, with the broken songbird within, spots of red across its tiny body. Not its own blood though, not that it matters.
He has told this story before, of how the robin got its red breast, but the little birds he told it to are broken too. He broke them as he broke their nest, and the blood is their own.
So still it lies, as if asleep, but he harbours no illusions. There is no blood, no broken cage, but it is no less dead for that.
Hakkai smiles, averts his eyes, and thinks about broken things beyond repair.
It is too clean, too peaceful, lying there as if in peaceful dreams.
There should have been a broken cage on the ground, with the broken songbird within, spots of red across its tiny body. Not its own blood though, not that it matters.
He has told this story before, of how the robin got its red breast, but the little birds he told it to are broken too. He broke them as he broke their nest, and the blood is their own.
So still it lies, as if asleep, but he harbours no illusions. There is no blood, no broken cage, but it is no less dead for that.
Hakkai smiles, averts his eyes, and thinks about broken things beyond repair.
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