The chimes of the Gorgon clock were tolling, but this pain would be chiselled away into a treasure eventually. One we could place gently within a casket in our chests, to take out and cry over whenever we needed. But for now, our grief was a roughened stone with edges that made us bleed inside. It was bleak, it was agony, it was the cruel and unforgiving way of death.
i have no words
