Muck. Mud. Chaos. Destruction. Obliteration.
And a bloodstain.
Another of those sickly sweet smiles as she curled a thumb around the chin before her, from behind, pulling the knife along the throat.
"Goodnight birdie"
Blood runs thick. Dark. Quick.
The stain grew in size on the patches-sewn arm of the denim jacket. Wasn't her own. She was a gallery of death for some. Colt. Chain. Hands.
Dropping the kitchen knife into its residence at the back of her hip, woman of dust swung wide the door and headed out. Thin shadow lurching over the stairs, over the tar. Leaving nothing of an impression.
On the floor, a sixteen year old girl with blue streaks in her hair.
Wrongfully murdered.
And gripped between fingers long and violence stinging, were strands of that lagoon hue.
And a bloodstain.
Another of those sickly sweet smiles as she curled a thumb around the chin before her, from behind, pulling the knife along the throat.
"Goodnight birdie"
Blood runs thick. Dark. Quick.
The stain grew in size on the patches-sewn arm of the denim jacket. Wasn't her own. She was a gallery of death for some. Colt. Chain. Hands.
Dropping the kitchen knife into its residence at the back of her hip, woman of dust swung wide the door and headed out. Thin shadow lurching over the stairs, over the tar. Leaving nothing of an impression.
On the floor, a sixteen year old girl with blue streaks in her hair.
Wrongfully murdered.
And gripped between fingers long and violence stinging, were strands of that lagoon hue.