brownkiddo

.and so she cried with autumn eyes the leaves of gold scrape down her cheek and in their wake red slivers lie a a scarlet brand for virgin freak. and olive dress all soft and fair to emphasize her midnight hair her petaled lips don't even dare to cry for fear her warm noose rips. and monsters barbed all gasping death and snapping at her liar's breath their eyes a-rolling paws a-thunder through her arms veins torn asunder strings of green and ropes of violet pulse of blue this slaughter silent most amazing most disgusting by this monster most untrusting parting clean her throbbing chest as though to put her bones to rest with purging teet