08-23-2020, 07:23 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]How many times has the delicate flutter of calcium striped clean rated against the door, a beckon to which an answer may not be deemed forthcoming. Too many. She had felt it, how chilled fingers had caressed convulsing throat, confinements restricted even as the mechanics of life had proven but a ceaseless whisper in the back of mind, a worm befit only a shallow grave. Danced with practiced, fluid steps as teeth had rendered from the aching bones nestled beneath flesh, her own and that predator bore in a crimson grin alike. Had chased it at the bottom of various bottles, heavy grown the haze encircling crumbling thought.
Beside her it seemed to walk, ever patient for a tarnished prize that toyed with the tangled strings fate had wrapped her within, plucked at until it seemed there could be no other choice. Yet she endured. How was the query staged by many, crowning lips adorned in the shadow mirth once painted there, pondered upon as though she were a puzzle lacking pieces. Possibly she was, a configuration that merely needed that stolen.
Or, as felt more apt, she was but a doll under cruel guidance, seams tugged and ripped at until she was reduced to a pitiful excuse for the grandeur once expected.
Unsure has she grown upon the matter of trajectory, surely within a frame of time not overly long behind had destination been discarded, lost among turbulent peaks overwhelming wandering thought. Enough had it grown to simply move, allow momentum to act as driving force when all fell away beneath a harsh glare, reflected off the expanse desert opened further into.
( New scenery, the like of which your pathetic peabrain has never seen before ! )
The allure contained within that unknown seemed as well suited to her situation as any other, dry the breathless little chuckle sliding past the tight clench of teeth. Indeed, the sullen emptiness that parted like the golden hued petals of an exotic bloom may not find a place among that she knew, a catalog rather limited when compared to the time she had survived.
"What kinda dumb fucker up 'n thinks a bloody desert, ah all da places ye coulda fuckin picked, is good ta set up shop." Again that short, mirthless laughter fell from cracked lips, a biting edge about trailing vocalisation, devoid shaded depth. Hypocrite she who continued on with a clumsy, two-tone step, the ache shoulder permeated further slowing her already snail paced progress. For this she was made, among the worst had she thrived and dined upon flesh and blood at their sides, the quiet whisper another of similar calibre the hypnotising siren song her heart pleaded with her to follow.
The Pitt.
Lopsided the grin drawn along dark flesh, perfection in all the supposed war mongers that supped on those besieged by their cruel few. They were not the same, nothing may align with that left behind in the all consuming heat as flames decimated walls left weak by rot and feasting termites, but from the ashes, at the least, may she make something similar with the correct foundations.
Beside her it seemed to walk, ever patient for a tarnished prize that toyed with the tangled strings fate had wrapped her within, plucked at until it seemed there could be no other choice. Yet she endured. How was the query staged by many, crowning lips adorned in the shadow mirth once painted there, pondered upon as though she were a puzzle lacking pieces. Possibly she was, a configuration that merely needed that stolen.
Or, as felt more apt, she was but a doll under cruel guidance, seams tugged and ripped at until she was reduced to a pitiful excuse for the grandeur once expected.
Unsure has she grown upon the matter of trajectory, surely within a frame of time not overly long behind had destination been discarded, lost among turbulent peaks overwhelming wandering thought. Enough had it grown to simply move, allow momentum to act as driving force when all fell away beneath a harsh glare, reflected off the expanse desert opened further into.
( New scenery, the like of which your pathetic peabrain has never seen before ! )
The allure contained within that unknown seemed as well suited to her situation as any other, dry the breathless little chuckle sliding past the tight clench of teeth. Indeed, the sullen emptiness that parted like the golden hued petals of an exotic bloom may not find a place among that she knew, a catalog rather limited when compared to the time she had survived.
"What kinda dumb fucker up 'n thinks a bloody desert, ah all da places ye coulda fuckin picked, is good ta set up shop." Again that short, mirthless laughter fell from cracked lips, a biting edge about trailing vocalisation, devoid shaded depth. Hypocrite she who continued on with a clumsy, two-tone step, the ache shoulder permeated further slowing her already snail paced progress. For this she was made, among the worst had she thrived and dined upon flesh and blood at their sides, the quiet whisper another of similar calibre the hypnotising siren song her heart pleaded with her to follow.
The Pitt.
Lopsided the grin drawn along dark flesh, perfection in all the supposed war mongers that supped on those besieged by their cruel few. They were not the same, nothing may align with that left behind in the all consuming heat as flames decimated walls left weak by rot and feasting termites, but from the ashes, at the least, may she make something similar with the correct foundations.