Run your brain, run your mouth, run your body to the ground. Run, run, run so you do not think. While the pain comes out your fingertips.
Here rings the next bell and another step forwards towards the great beast. The bells sound, roaring a great destruction. Gothoc spires decay in the moonlight all while the Witch bleeds. Her eyes wide on the beast.
The young woman wears her emotions outward, while the Witch swallows hers down like the most horrible tonic. The Witch helps where she is able, all while trying to learn the young woman's part. But every time they're swallowed down, glass littering the floor.
Her mouth turned up in a most beautiful smile, eyes of sorrow, plumes of autumn fire framing her face. I recognize her in an instant, wanting to reach out and reconnect. But our connection is so strained, searing with pain. The sorrow we share, make the best. Be well.
In a daze, the wall connects with my temples. Vision wobbles, wanting to turn black. Swallow the black swill, it's your only hope.
When people opt to do the bad thing, there are those who counter with the good, there are those who let it pass, and there are those who follow. The easier route is often the route to cause the most pain long term and the hardest route usually resolves the problem immediately. Why did she … Continue reading Choices
Your lips against mine send my senses to blaze. My body fills with warmth and the delicate touch of your painted fingertips on my neck send my heart reeling. You pull me closer into an embrace and free my hair of its elastic prison. Our eyes find each other’s again before our lips touch, sending … Continue reading Electric Touch
Dull that pain, through any means, the Thinker says. The Witch watches on as he gathers herbs, salves, potions. A fading song in the air dances around and his ears twitch. Over time, the Witch knows the painkillers are there for the Thinkers benefit, attempting to provide any opportunity to acquire more. But the Thinker … Continue reading Painkiller
The snake had suffocated the Thinker hundreds of miles away. Her heart stood behind stone and masonry, many miles more. It crumbled and tumbled, the young Witch sat hugging her bare knees, hiding her face. Her frail hands, her nails clenched deep into her flesh, staining protein in the rust.
Left, left, left, my finger goes as I scroll through what my boss called the “man store”. And though I’m not looking for a man, the store description is concise. You can find all the deals here, aside from paid subscriptions. Try for 30 days and you can still return. Warranty for 1 year, return … Continue reading No Commitments, No Alarms