Monday, December 21, 2009

All In Vein

The hand was like a conductor’s baton. Blood flowed like notes. Only sweeter. Much much sweeter.

They slithered below. Demanding crimson. The hand reminisced. Silent capitulation

Hunger prevailed despite. Pain. Lathered and warm.

A terminal endeavour. The last genuflection. A steadily throbbing palm.

2 comments:

  1. Nice work. Reminded me a lot of Sweeny Todd. I'm not sure this is what you were after, but very aesthetic anyway.

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  2. ooh.. never thoght of it like that...thanks :)

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