The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Oh! Her stomach flipped and then the internal convulsion seemed to move upwards to her chest cavity where it lingered as Porphyria's thumb made contact with her cheek. Her knees started to buckle, miraculously she managed to steady herself again with only a brief wobble to betray her. What was happening? It was like some divine nightmare had descended upon her. The final nail in the coffin was the invitation. She almost couldn't breathe - it seemed like Porphyria knew what forbidden things were lurking in her soul and she was speaking to them, but that couldn't be. This couldn't be real. What she felt, what she thought she felt... What was real anymore? It was all too intense and confusing. She wanted to go with Porphyria but she needed to be far, far away and utterly alone.
She also needed to reply, she couldn't contiinue to gaze mutely upon Porphyria for the rest of the day. She was also starting to feel lightheaded and the weakness in her knees seemed only to be worsening. Fainting at that moment would be a relief and a part of her was a little surprised it hadn't already happened, and yet here she was painfully still conscious to prove it. Her shallow breathing had now gone on long enough to render her properly dizzy. The thought then, that she'd taken so long to say anything that Porphyria might think less of her was all it took to send her over the edge. She started to pitch forwards towards Porphyria which was a prospect so inviting it horrified her enough that she managed to throw herself backwards, but not before some nefarious reflex made her hand grab towards the other woman to, what, steady herself?
As she lost her balance, she heard Shelley.
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth...
It was only when she hit the ground that she realized that she was the one reciting it. She trailed off as soon as she realized and accepted her fate of falling in the dirt of the graveyard with as much grace as she had left to afford it
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