Tangible Schizophrenia



Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: None. Santanico Pandemonium pov.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For megpie71. Partially inspired by The Sandman. AU.
Summary: Her reasons.


Sheís been dancing for a long, long time. Longer than the bandís had electric, longer than the prey has been coming on wheels. This landís sacred, deep down bloody theirs, and sheís been walking its dust for just that long.

Itís not for the quick flash in the eyes of the sweaty-palmed, drunken foolish twins seated right before her. Itís not for the brief spark of worship she gets when she moves her hip and foot so, snakelike. Itís not even for the rise of blood, so strong and hot, and the same from either of them so sheís surrounded by the taste.

No. She dances for the land. For that which has given and continues to give her the feast. So when they rise, turning towards each other in the face of her true face, she rises and she defends against the sacrilege of her holy place.