[Camille has made herself scarce again. To the swamp she goes, sat at the water's edge and running a finger through the water, letting the leeches give chase. Give them a little enrichment.
She's waiting out the writing. They always fade, it's a matter of minutes or hours. She's hoping for the former.
A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.
A poetic thought that came to her when she needed words. Needed an explanation. She has no need for them now.]
WEEK 0: Tuesday ((spoilers, cw: child abuse, mental illness))
She's waiting out the writing. They always fade, it's a matter of minutes or hours. She's hoping for the former.
A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.
A poetic thought that came to her when she needed words. Needed an explanation. She has no need for them now.]