The glass broke and by my feet glimmering slivers of sharp joy. I sit watching the light shine on them and cast colors on the walls.
Pick up the piece which casts the most color, such sharpness at it's edges. Delight in the feel, the texture of the painful seal.
Drag along surface, now don't get nervous, the petty pale flesh turns pinkish then swells as the red seeps from pleasure.
Splashing like a rain droplet on to the innocents of white cloth. Puddles of red surrounding, as feeling suddenly you're drowning. The images slowly fade as your drained and you enter the blackend abyss of the blood trade.
COMMENTS
-