Cordelia drabble
I really thought my muse would never return to me unless she was poked and prodded but this was stuck in my head. Maybe the lack of sleep. It is in the style I usually write for my original publications and not the "fanfic" style I seemed to have developed.
Title: Aftermath
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Character: Cordelia
Word Count: 100
Slowly dying. Pounding. Throbbing. Pain in every bone. Their pain. Filling her head. Bursting forth like Athena. Every nerve tingling. On burning fire. Light hurts. Sound hurts. Touch hurts. Life hurts. She knows this. She sees this. She lives this. Can’t even lay still. Room spins around. Sick. Rising up in her throat. Spilling out like guts. Like the vision. Tastes like pizza and OJ. Always. Mostly acid. It burns. Adds to the burning behind her eyes. Tears. Trying to wet her eyes. What she says, if caught. Crying against the torment. Hers. Theirs. His. Sleep comes. Darkness. Like death.
Title: Aftermath
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Character: Cordelia
Word Count: 100
Slowly dying. Pounding. Throbbing. Pain in every bone. Their pain. Filling her head. Bursting forth like Athena. Every nerve tingling. On burning fire. Light hurts. Sound hurts. Touch hurts. Life hurts. She knows this. She sees this. She lives this. Can’t even lay still. Room spins around. Sick. Rising up in her throat. Spilling out like guts. Like the vision. Tastes like pizza and OJ. Always. Mostly acid. It burns. Adds to the burning behind her eyes. Tears. Trying to wet her eyes. What she says, if caught. Crying against the torment. Hers. Theirs. His. Sleep comes. Darkness. Like death.