From her right hand drops the pair of vocal cords straight into a biological canister, her hand still warm from the blood, Lust grabs her yogurt from the contrastingly cold refrigerator.
Staring at the white wall in front of her, Lust sees herself much like the wall, perhaps their lives are even similar.
The wall listens, but [...]
Tags: insanity
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spastic & sterilized.
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damnation & design.
Glancing down at her right arm, she notices a scar that wasn’t there before.
In an ironic chuckle, she is reminded subtly of what line of work she is in.
She puts out her cigarette in the pot of flowers on the windowsill, no flower ever died of a tobacco overdose now did it.
The silver lines on her knives screamed [...] -
return policy.
Under the warm water I find my silence.
No thoughts or repercussions,
Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.
My writing is nothing.
My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.
My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.
Hidden.
Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.
I’m a writer. A painter. A [...] -
direction & affection.
“Now you drive this car nicely ok? And watch the breaks because they are quite stiff.”
“Are you some fucking nut job?”
“Nut job? No…I just like watching others drive me around. You are going to drive me the rest of the way to Vegas, and no funny stuff yes? Because I wouldn’t want to piss me [...] -
grotesque & high priority.
Track 03 of Mozart’s Greatest Hits plays as she melts her pain into the canvas.
A sense of completion grows as realization of the events occurred sink in, many years and hours of planning have come to an end, it is done, bids signed, blasphemous inquiry due to further rendering will cease.
Petting her freshly cut hair, a small smile creeps [...]
