Mahogany – Cord – Beyond

The night was singing, melodies of blood and grace and sweet, sweet flesh. The vampire lounged against the side of the ’88 Prelude, dabbing at his chin and cheeks with a stained old shop rag. Oil slicked on the pavement glowed rainbow hues, tinted and tainted by the red neon that glowed overhead, a prismatic… Continue reading Mahogany – Cord – Beyond