She lay there so delicately, her long brown hair cascaded across her bare, soft white shoulders and in the creases of the pillows. She slept so deeply he thought, as he leaned over her small frame and memorized every curve and crevasse, thinking how beautiful she must taste.
Tag: final act
Bleeding Hapiness
Into the the loving moon I look, peering into my own life, playing on fear and emotion. Tears stream openly as I weep like a child. Not out of my own selfish greed, but the good of mankind. I can’t continue on, there isn’t enough to live for anymore.