The mourning fades with slits from razorblades coming on from the torn apart Beauty she cries weeping beneath these skies with a bullet lodged in her heart
Tag: wonderment
Strangers Hold
Hours later she awoke to a spicy smell of burning incense and candles, along with the faint perfume of rose. She tried to move but found her limbs to be heavy and numb. Rather lazily, she rolled her head to the side, trying to get a better view of her surroundings.
Dark Wonderment
As I walk down the balckened alley, awaiting my next feast, I think of my last meal and say, “I’m such a beast!”