" just ... put the knife down " / steve, elena, diana, or sam ? - whomever speaks to you, really !
✝ ———- coyly , it tosses its meal back & forth to watch it wiggle & squirm , jagged metal swirling against supple flesh in a lulling rhythm , puncturing a rosy thumb only so watch it seal again , unblemished .
❝ hm , alright … i’ll play nice tonight if you will . ❞ it's baiting her ——— closer into the devil’s maw , into the confinements of him , looming shadows eager to pounce & teeth at her bone marrow , nocive calm crooning notes of an enticing melody . ❝ you pick , then … which one will you rather have against your throat , little doe ? my teeth or the knife ? ❞
SEVEN DEADLY SINS . ( status: accepting. )





















