Jan 6, 2016
{ @bogisms }
Congealing scarlet plasters the ground like confectionery; pomegranate seeds going rancid in the tight humidity. She stands a midst the carnage, her handy work still dr-dripping from twitching talons. The masterpiece, blonde, pretty (once upon a time) and broken, laid in pieces beneath her victorious form.
Chest still heaving with FERAL pride, it takes a moment for sensory pits to notice. To catch wind of a foul spectre lurking in the d a r k n e s s. A witness, a threat. Soon to be her latest victim as metallic fangs hiss softly. Dancing through the onyx shroud like the devil’s scathing purr.
‘Come out come out, wherever you are....’
