For the fake fic ask game, stealing a lyric from the song I'm listening to bc im unoriginal: Gone (just like the gentle breeze of yesterday)
hannah's hands shake as she approaches the grave, vision blurring with tears and anger. she can't believe she was stupid enough to mourn him. to build a grave for him. every day, she'd come to their grave to monitor the flowers she'd planted at their feet. every day, she talked to him, because there was no one else who would listen and no one else who would care. she thought they cared. the phantom pains shooting down her back is nothing but proof of her naivete.
with a cry, the gravestone crumbles underneath her pickaxe. she hits and swings at the stone until it's nothing but pebbles, until she can no longer read the engraving of boomer's name on its cobbled surface. she will not mourn for the man who has never mourned for her.
OR:
after the loss of her wings, hannah mourns all that she's gained and all that she's lost.
oh sorry….come in…..hello…welcome to my halloween party ^_^ feel free to take a piece of candy and a goodie bag before you go okay? have a fun (and nostalgic) halloween season!!
there has been more moments than i can count in the past seven months where i felt destroyed by all the death and carnage i've seen due to the colonialism and imperialism of the world. but there was something in particular about hind's death that made me think the world would stop turning bc how could anything continue given how gruesome and inhumane her death was? and yet, the world did not stop. and i thought we were once again left to remember her story only in our minds as she became another number, as her murderers went on killing unpunished, and as her mother grieved with rage when all she wanted was to keep her daughter warm and as safe as she could manage in this man-made hell on earth.
however, hind, a girl who only got to experience her kindergarten graduation, is now being immortalized in universities across the nation. her story did resonate to the masses and we will not let her be forgotten nor forgive those complicit in her death. real justice would be having hind alive, but these students are showing that they will stop the world and burn the status quo it upholds to the ground if it means her people can truly be liberated.
I don't mean to keep you from getting to work or anything. I just knew if I didn't start driving, I wasn't gonna see you again. I didn't want that. That's all.
Lily Gladstone as The Rancher in
Certain Women (2016) dir. Kelly Reichardt
unknown but likely @/scribbleshrimp on tiktok // richard siken, wishbone // @achillics on tumblr // karese burrows, persephone writes a poem // sandra cisneros, one last poem for richard // @theskeletonprior on tumblr // catherynne m. valente, deathless // catherynne m. valente, deathless // richard siken, snow and dirty rain