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embossed by clear concinnity ,   her presence breathing life into wooden racks    :    hands shaking    /   𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 ,   perturbation more than semblant .     hair luscious ,   makeup giving all the right compliments    /    expressed out of the pens of the most love - sick authors in the period of romanticism    :    𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 ,   perhaps     ------ --- -     moving such dead eyes .          »  are you …   looking for anything in particular ?  «          his own nails tap insistently against the spine of his own light novel    /    a timid habit    :    how could he not ,   in company of a beauty so sublime ?

dismemberment near the spine ,   a vertical cut sinks in with practised ease    :    flesh almost mollitious to the blade ,   another criss - cross over a feeble ribcage .     the scalpel slips in his tiny grasp    /    𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 ,   before it’s unsettlingly nacarat    :    insides turned out .          »  does this bother you ?  «        blood leaks from incisions ,   chasing the pure white of his medical gown    /    a purse of lips before he peels the skin ,   as one would with an apple     ------ --- -     𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 .     operosing is past him and his schemes either way    :    not when this frog is a lump of organs and the edge of the scalpel scintillates dangerously under bright make - shift lights .          »  ...   i told all of you not to bother me in my lab under any circumstances multiple times . «          and he is aware he would have to repeat himself again    :    maybe cut it into a head or two ,   𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯    /    perhaps then it would finally be given allegiance to after so long .

so ,   your cat dies every morning    :    ephemeral and you contrite ,   no god or altar as you auscult the knell     /     the shrill soprano in the kitchen ,   his kettle.      milk is boiled     /     spoiled ,   like your girlhood amongst invaders and forthwith ,   you’re extraneous.      no funerals or eulogies at the breakfast table ,   umbragde deemed childish    :    father will buy you a new one.      so clambering into your bed     /     warm cotton sheets ,   you squash your face against muculent skin again ,   craddling it in your arms     /     and as your hands are warmed and slimy ,   you purr in unison.

the gentle breeze manumits mū of the stench    /    coming from burnt oils that claw at his nostrils ,   acidy as the felonious silver tongues wrapped in expensive crimson .      a glass of wine in hand ,   a conscious head on two shoulders     :     the most boisterous laugh out of all lungs .          ❛  𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖     ------ --- -     my work is done here .  ❜          distantly reminiscent of a tight rope ,   he has fetched his lifeline    /    tempted to take a leap .      his family name ,   like a tag over his heart and weighting at it    /    but the light emitted from a chromatic iris builds him right back up     :    𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 ,   𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 .          ❛  how would you like accompanying me for a private meal ?      i promise the wine shall be just as magnificent !  ❜         he had accomplished what had been paramount and just for the night and his homeland   :     certainly no one present would deny him to lavish himself in a dabble of a reward after such debilitating efforts .