HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Z!

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Things I am bad at: producing fic.
Things I am good at: reading other people's fic.
Things I can do: use other people's words.
Things I like: celebrating birthdays.

And it is zempasuchil's birthday today! Happy happy birthday, I hope it is wonderful, and I hope you don't mind me desecrating your fic in the name of love :) This is kind of darker than I thought it would turn out, being a birthday thing, but idk, I like how your words fit together, and I hope you like it tooooo. <333

nuestra historia de la tierra: the Z birthday remix

When anarchy still exists,
when demons are still roaming free.
Sometimes she dreams. Recognition will surface, and
he would know the cold heart of everything,
even the light composed,
composed by the hand of God,
their dreams radiating through their skulls.
Not quite awake, and still swimming in them.

Heaven wants this blood.
Flesh is its own purpose and
the way blood sings in the veins,
it is real and
Heaven is barren.
The feel of it being drawn
from you like blood, the dryness,
the empty cavity under my fingers;
you close, at hand,
milk this red for meaning.


Fics used: Desterrada, Comandante
Poems used: To the Angel who finds him- or herself human, this one here, Revelation