whatever...
having stopped, he looked at his wife lying on the floor. He danced around her, like she still had evil spirits.
she cried and moaned with her eyes closed.
they stared at each other, tears on faces, blood on ground.
Music was comfortably playing in the background, maybe Muse or Radiohead, like spinning plates or new born.
she slapped him in forgiveness.
(maybe it will be continued if i feel it deserves a chance)
she cried and moaned with her eyes closed.
they stared at each other, tears on faces, blood on ground.
Music was comfortably playing in the background, maybe Muse or Radiohead, like spinning plates or new born.
she slapped him in forgiveness.
(maybe it will be continued if i feel it deserves a chance)
posted by sebastianlillo@gmail.com at 2:18 AM
1 Comments:
It deserves a chance.
I like the way you tell your stories. It seems to me that you open the door to all the ghosts and daimons you have inside. And its full of desire, sensuality and strength. Keep writing, blaspheming thousands of pages with your honesty and fantasies. Ill keep reading and dreaming with your evil thougth.
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