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PostOf Angels and Sin

Just something I wrote to pass the time.

Faint; illicit motions held within angelic compounds danced in ill fated illusions stirring. Fingers reached, beckoning parent-hand comfort! Comfort as lithe form bowed; head slacking behind cascade stark of color to coil feverishly about features of contorted porcelain. Pout parting as fingers dig, dig, dig deeper within fabric to ascertain a fleeting ground: reaching further towards dawn and its breaking to find - stagnation. A myriad of electricity to lick the spine and spasm sinews into an wicked dance underneath the flesh. Dance little doll. Constants, variables, each within their own ethos and still a bastion unto her. The world befell into a fading lull of vision- crystalline hues dulling into lack luster as slender throat choked on thick, rancid mass.


Body bowed in dancer's flair! Oh! Sweet sin does run hands over angel's wings to usher the innocent one - Dance! Dance and know Knowledge! Fly high sweet bird for I shall be the rot beneath your wings, Icarus Virgo. Brow furrowed as free hand lifted, digging nails to break upon the tabletop; fingertips run raw as fleeting attempts to take hold and brace proved unfruitful. Lips parted again as mass escaped its inner prison- retched and crimson laced as it seeped from the corner of her mouth.

Fear! Fear caused the bird within her chest to beat its wings in feverish fashion against is bone cage. swift did she move albeit staggered in its marriage of inertia. Crumpled in dumb mass of fabric and tainted white did she fall; crawling now her vessel as flesh began to lick with wicked lines of noire. Spreading like sin filled snakes underneath her flesh and throughout her bloodstream to snuff out the crimson life that held therein. Another lurch of her torso produced an expelled portion of sickness, laden thick with blood and..another substance. Black, deepest black did she expel and as wide pale eyes looked on, it moved. Writhed upon the floor as if consumed with an ever present wish for life! Form trembled upon the floor; recoiling before psyche urged  forward once more in a swift forward motion to up-heave once more. Exhaustion filled her as weary eyes befell into half-lidded among-st heavy curtains. Body moved forward to allow brow to kiss the unforgiving floor. A faint wince of pain as eyes looked on in stuttered cinema: blooming.


Breath now labored as eyes watched on - from those black laced veins sprouted thorns and oh! How the pain loved her as it split open her flesh and behold! Brilliant red rose buds among-st black foliage before blooming in brilliant opening upon her hands and various points. A scream, half muted and yet strained with growing black mass within her body. Hand lifted to swiftly pluck and pull away the rose that adorned the back of her palm and yet as she tossed the bloom away, thorns pricking and stabbing the still raw fingertips to allow blood to flow in crimson rivers about appendages, another grew in its place.

Nievus Gelu et Flora Rutilus!

Peccamen...Virgo.

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