A kind of primal instinct when she strategically places herself in the seat closest to the emergency exit.
Staring at the faded lights in the darkness, the longer she stares, the more they seem to mesh.
A canvas of all black, through her eyes, splash of color travels through the seams at the condescending speed of light.
A bite [...]
Tags: dreams
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light switch.
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blood & blow dryers.
He lays there motionless, she wipes the vodka off her lips, adrenaline should be kicking, but surprisingly it seems quite steady.
She poisoned him just enough so he could be helpless, yet able to feel it.
His mouth spitting despicable words earlier, now cannot even attempt a breath.
A bloody hair dryer set on the night stand, someone should have taught this [...]
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