Disenchanted
Posted by bloggila on January 12, 2009
Blearily fumbling back and forth and yet … Slumber beckons and the will impales itself on the threshold of mismatched frequencies. Cycle interrupted. Again and again and again. Leave. Be gone!
Maniacal laughter resounds in the crevices of brains minced neath the butcher’s knife. Who are you? State your business! Take heart, your Diaphanous Frailty! There’s much time yet, I promise. Hush! Hush now for she’s on her way with tresses long, splayed over purple nipples.
A spark in the dim fuzziness, the sear of a scarlet blade and rivers course, unbridled. Over? Already?
