2024-07-09 22:47:50 ¶ ●

was thinking about how i imagined monster daisy and just

imagine how much more horrifying it would be to hunt down the woman you love reconstructed. she has the same eyes and the same braid in her hair that you watched her hands shake as she did on herself but now her body is more animal than human. her jaw sits unhinged from her face to accommodate the rows of razor sharp teeth, her legs bend in more places now, the legs of an animal crudely shaped from human bones. the bones of her fingers break through her fingertips forming pointed claws and coating her hands in a layer of her own blood with the blood of others. she is still miserably, woefully human (to outsiders, to you, but you can see the joy dancing across her misshapen shoulders and the smile twitching at her bloodied and torn lips) but she is not Human in a way that can never be fixed. she is predator she is animal but she is still the woman you love and isn’t that cruel? isn’t that awful? to have her look at you with human eyes and animal instincts, to have her reach out hand paw hand and ask you to join her. to plead for you to be by her side once again. you cannot pretend that you are shooting an animal when you kill her. the shot pierces her chest, cracking distorted bones. then another, and another. she still bleeds like a person does. she still dies like a person does.