it certainly isn’t beautiful up there, but the fact that it might be the last place you’ll ever see does give it a kind of glow.
post #121.
the doomed skull, a skull that is both skull and face, watching from its dark eyes, the cheekbones, the zygomatic arch traced exquisitely beside the eyes.
post #119.
dark swarmed behind her eyelids, and in jerky seconds of sleep, she dreamed the dark came into her. dark came insidious, up her nose and into her ears, damp fingers of dark proposed themselves to each of her body openings.
post #118.
Decapitate Animals is joining the mixtape crowd with a one-shot musical collection. Hail Satan.
the darkness was loud with her breathing, loud with her heart. sometimes the fear stood on her chest the way a trapper kills a fox.
post #117.
the head inside the jar had been severed neatly close beneath the jaw. it faced her, the eyes long burned milky by the alcohol that preserved it.
post #116.
white bandana wrapped around her long black hair, candy-stripe socks over the leggings of battle fatigues, automatic rifle slung low across her round ass.
post #114.
