Schlatt’s heart pounded, and pounded, and pounded, and all the poison from all the apples rushed through his veins. Staring all of them in the eye, he refused to let any of them get the closure of killing them - for once in his life, he would do this himself. Schlatt died from the poison coursing through his heart, spitting a new kind of poison from his lips. His dying words were a curse upon the land. “When I die, this country goes down with me.”
This is a piece I made for Schlatt’s entry in @dreamoirezine and it is based on @boonbeenblade’s writing. If you haven’t yet, I fully encourage you to check out not only their writing, but the whole zine, available to download for free here.
