UntitledThe girl clenched her little fists tightly as the cold wind crept around her ankles. Her light brunette hair dulled to a grey in the moonlight, her skin glimmering faintly. The gag in her dry, aching mouth pulled at her lips. She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, straining her mind in a desperate attempt to recall what had happened here. A sort of vice was holding her head in place, so that when she opened her eyes her gaze was fixed on something vile that a large beam of moon light illuminated, a shriveled mass of human and animal flesh, the fur, the bone, the dried blood. She could smell the scent of decay. She could taste something stroUntitled
MotherMother’s eyes were plucked, And so she plucked threads from her brittle hair. Hark! Mother still has ears, And thinning lips, she speaks, In tongues and lines and whispers. Oh, I forgave father his petty threats, and blows, and debts, But Mother, we are not even yet.Mother
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Don't fight the walls...
They're here for all...
'Cause all in all...
You're just a brick in a wall
Interesting gallery.
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~PlasticusStockus - - - - - - Gamer? Napalm Riot
Made in Britain
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It’s Simply Clever and Beautiful. A Grove in the Savage Garden. Nothing More.
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