May 29, 2016
@requimis
            ‘     ------ come ‘ere.       ’
BLOOD  in  his  teeth,  drip - drop,  silken touch grazing BRUTAL maw  & sacrosanct  simper  flushes the innocent  face.  B R A Z E N, death -  laced  fingers bounce  along  the  marble, ANGEL  ichor  smearing  along sunken cheeks  before  a  hack  ( too thick, too sinister to be laughter ) explodes from decayed lungs.
            ‘   what does GOD think about your sins, fiend.   ’
