from dusk till dawn . the sun rises from dusk till dawn & yet nothing that surrounds has ever begged to be noticed . mudanity was life’s largest flaw , too easy to fall into a routine that rarely satisfies and that will not simply do , no . not at all ; with frido gone there was hardly anything to do . there were no one that could ever compare to the family you share blood with .
well . there was one person , perhaps : if you could ever call her that , that is . her skin a sickly alabaster , her eyes shimmering rubies , her body shape odd yet hypnotizing as the voice she speaks with . poppy is an entirely different breed , you muse with cheek pressed to the heel of palm . recall an evening when you had made her upset & recall how tightly it wound your nerves . a different breed . . . “ and what does that have to do with me , exactly ? ”