Violence unalloyed. I want you to hear the noise, light and blast.
Shrouded inside, a chandelier breaks in splinters of hymns- all enveloping. In the positional vertigo, you hit the nail. I call it quits, undating a curve, an arch.
Incubation. It was incomplete. They will parade the victim naked, because she was raped. Why did she let loose the testosterones?
Walking ferns and wish bone. The inmate wants nothing. She has come to stay in dark till the sun unrises.
