Awkwardly haunting her back garden in the wee hours of the morning. Peeking through the curtains in a pathetic attempt to catch a glimpse of glistening pink skin.
She knows I’m there. She loves that I’m there. It excites her.
At least that’s what I tell myself.
The neck-broken tulips under my feet will serve as evidence later. They will say that I stomped on their corpses in anticipation. The delicate yellow heads crushed and battered. They deserve the same chalk halo.
She loved me in the end. Throat wrapped in precious silk. She loved me.
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So I’m not quite sure I like the way this turned out, but it is what it is.
So it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything. A lot of stuff going on and I was honestly just a bit of a breather over the summer. Let’s get back to it shall we.
I watched them hack him into pieces that no longer looked like they came from a human and shove them into their mouths. Their tools were crude misshapen gouges of nearly black iron, and I knew by the grunts that accompanied their thrashing blows that they were not sharp. The jagged metal was tearing more than it was slicing. Continue reading →