Pachydermatous
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Saturday, February 02, 2008
Plunged deep into the chasms of subconsciousness the tendrils were waving at the air, narrowing coaled eyes, one sturdy step forward. Winds bespoke their centrifugal likelihood. Winged creatures boomeranged the mid. A black curtain call was entertained by the introduction of lengendary electrocuting hide-and-seek player. Sardonic laughter resonated the sphere grasping onto every single fear released."Never!", she shrilled, fire igniting the belly of her hatred. As if the gods took heed to her pleas, they punched the clouds to their bleeding points, a failed attempt on their part to extinguish the flames that belonged to the one they sired. Fibres gyrated her wrists, as she clasped her palms tightly, wishing for both to meet again. Tensions gnawed the bones paving paths for the wine to exit by meandering down her body. Face tilted overhead, she pierced their souls, her eyes injecting the omen that they could never beckon the life out of her. Unfaltering and freshly empowered. Rage ruptured beneath her. Both had incurred each other's wrath. Her hands, pushed apart by an impregnating force. The skin stretched to its utmost capacity, but finally a burst of brutality tore right through the apex of her being. Her last air released, floating on the carpets of the winds, dispersed throughout space. But her eyes, her eyes, as she promised, stored her life. A single tear truncated from the funereal craquelure above fell into the abyss that undermined her death, her life, her struggle. It was a second too late, for her eyes would have stored that too. |
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