But he doesn’t. Not even slowly. He is not dying. His lungs are filling with blood. And he is not dying.
He scrambles on the ground. He can’t scream. He can’t breathe.
He is trying to crawl away- back into the warmth of Bavan's streetlights. Out of this alley where people fuck and kill each other. Towards help maybe- but mostly away from Norman and the blood, all the blood on his hands, pouring out of his mouth.
He remembers the Perikarnassian, sexless and dripping molten gold from their mouth. Endless gold. Did it hurt? Did it hurt like this?
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But he doesn’t. Not even slowly. He is not dying. His lungs are filling with blood. And he is not dying.
He scrambles on the ground. He can’t scream. He can’t breathe.
He is trying to crawl away- back into the warmth of Bavan's streetlights. Out of this alley where people fuck and kill each other. Towards help maybe- but mostly away from Norman and the blood, all the blood on his hands, pouring out of his mouth.
He remembers the Perikarnassian, sexless and dripping molten gold from their mouth. Endless gold. Did it hurt? Did it hurt like this?