blackbird91
As if sheltered by the flames, page after page curls inwards. Destruction turns into peace.
Sit and decay. Fabric patterns linger onto flesh, the scent of unknown things imbedded deep inside. Hair sticks to surface.
Merchants gather on sandy plains, wind whistles through one ear & out the other. Tobacco & fine spices fill the air, as travelers gayly meander.
Lightly lifted, fingers barely brushing high grass. Sweet smells of the earth float up through nostrils, wet ground turns.
Sultry smile behind swirling smoke, drunken laughter echoing off the walls of my skull. Ale swished eagerly through lips, eyes glaze.
Crawling, clicking joints furiously to reach destination. Sliding in mud as giant drops of water crash down around its body.
Leaning over the rail, awkwardly lips fumble for straw.
Red lipstick dragged over heavy lips, thin hair pinned up & in place. Telephone ringing, nails being filed.
Outright destruction, is it too late to give a fuck? Don't stress it, don't push it along. Just let it roll over you. Consumption.
Unconsensual, determination, gritted teeth, unmentionable. Tearing inwards, never ending. These are nightmares, these are dark times.
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