Jul 19, 2020
POURING MILK cascades down her pale , arched back in a stream of overflowing white ; by each side , maidens doused in golden toss petals of red and blue that float aimlessly around her gaunt silhouette . she rises a bony finger , unnaturally long and jagged at the end - the same that barely moments ago played with torn roses now points at you with an accusatory tone . “ please do try & not make yourself too much at home . ” her voice rings in the night like shattering crystal & the cawing of a murder , though it is low , and strangely soothing . “ they have this terrible habit of eating prying eyes , you see ... ” ( @dihstarters )