(This post if for the death category) And there’s blood everywhere… worse than the smell, sticky looking, shiny, wet, scarlet… blood soaks the walls like paint, dripping… only it dries faster than paint. This is fresh… too fresh… too late; they were too late, 10 minutes… 20 at most… two open doors, which one to… Continue reading The Scene
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my doll collection
..It was cloudy and windy out when I was walking down the bike trail in the park…and that’s when I saw her… she was sitting on the bench all herself. She was wearing long black dress and high hill boots that went all the way up to her knees.
Transylvanian Turpentine
sweet kisses from blood-stained lips stitched up, tied up, trying to fix bloody kisses from razorblades for all of our secret escapades heart shaped kisses from a girly pout lipstick just distorts her mouth deceitful kisses from a turpentine dress up like a concubine kiss me once, kiss me twice dollie just wont play nice… Continue reading Transylvanian Turpentine
Pretty Doll
stitched red lips, curvy hips perfect tits, it all fits pretty face, what a waste useless, ruined, takes up space nice legs, stupid mind easy to use, hard to find beautiful lips, silky hair defective, deceitful waste of air no conscience, easily manipulated, but her soul is so tainted, easy lay, use my cunt breaking… Continue reading Pretty Doll
A young girls story
six a.m. its another morning and as usual she doesn’t want to wake up. Their teenage daughter finally pulls herself out of bed ten minutes later,turns on the light and begins her daily routine. She throws on her black jeans, tanktop, and a hoodie and rolls up the sleeves. She then throws her hair up… Continue reading A young girls story
The Scene
And there’s blood everywhere… worse than the smell, sticky looking, shiny, wet, scarlet… blood soaks the walls like paint, dripping… only it dries faster than paint. This is fresh… too fresh… too late; they were too late, 10 minutes… 20 at most… two open doors, which one to choose? Both gaping maws… both roaringly dark…… Continue reading The Scene
The Meeting
The Meeting It was all so impersonal, yet it was mesmerizing. She continued to stare at her own reflection, examining the shapes and textures of her face.