cornered skies turned speckled black of a night. illuminated by the stars color, indicative of an imminent 2A.M. amid it; the battered silhouette of a girl.
awful, awful skin. so pretty and fragile. shameful cuts, bruises tattoo the arms and legs of the moving silhouette. the limping girl, poorly dressed in solely a night gown.
as she moved carefully about amongst the broken sticks, each step rustled the crunchy leaves and angered the creatures, whose noises filled the silence left by a no-longer rustling bush. as the late hours continued, the moon showed its face in full, beating back the morning until it seemed nothing but a memory. when was the last time there was light?
the darkness always took the sky. flowers sealed their petals into buds and the critters closed their eyes, falling asleep with the woods. she wished for that slumber. an endless one.
then, she saw a house between two leaved stems of the bushes.
(a vrai dire peu de paroles - truth need, no colors.)
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Lady of Sorrows
Horrorthe unfortunate period of she who abstains from her demonic bodily toxin that calls itself Mary, and the profane behaviors in which follow. adrian's inescapableness allowed him to witness every detail as the events occur.