I DO

｡･*･ﾟ*･ﾟ        💍    ❝It's  shit  LUCK  ya  know,  walking  onto  some  RICH  persons  property  and  hoping  not  to  get  CAUGHT.❞    As  if  she  had  come  out  of  now  where.  Silent  steps  had  become  second  nature  in  an  EMPTY  mansion  she  used  to  show  off  to  those  who  had  SPILLED  BLOOD  on  the  floor.  Mostly  for  meetings  and  things  related  to  the  company  her  HOME,  or  rather  her  APARTMENT  was  still  her  home.  She  would  never  give  that  up  and  never  truly  allow  herself  to  become  like  THE  LE  DOMAS'S.  ❝Especially  this  place,  the  people  who  LIVED  here  were  shit  fucking  head  ass  bitches.  Pretty  sure  their  bitch  ass  GHOSTS  are  still  fucking  shit  up,  so  you  might  want  to  be  CAREFUL. You  look  like  SHIT,  everything  okay?❞

｡･*･ﾟ*･ﾟ    💍  ❝I  mean  my  whole  thing  isn't  like  that  level  bad  but  I  got  this  company  because  I  KILLED  all  of  my  in-laws❞      Non-chalant  in  nature  before  bubbly  SNORT  of  laughter  comes  out  of  her  mouth.  A  shake  of  her  head,  champagne  glass  lifting  to  her  lips  as  she  down  the  WHOLE  flute  in  a  single  sip.  It  was  so  evident  that  the  events  of  her  WEDDING  had  completely  and  utterly  TRAUMATIZED  her  but,  she  was  here  making  jokes  about  it.  NICE.  That  was  a  great  way  to  process  things.    ❝I  should  clarify,  they  were  trying  to  kill  me  first SELF-DEFENSE  because  of  some  rich  fuck  head  satan  worshipers  or  something.  Anyways,  what  do  you  do  again?❞

                      ❝ When the SHADOW dissipated from the lawn when the BLOOD has blacked & formed a SKIN when the morning dimgrey and SHIVERING in the poplar leaves when the BODIES are collected from ramshackle TOMB---- the MANSION, the school, the cabin, the shoreline, the lake---- when by my SUFFERING I am SAVED when I am catchphrase & matted shuffle when I am SHUDDERING pig. When all I can see is the WRECKAGE & everyone else has gone HOME when the suburb goes back to SLEEP. In this bedroom, this BODY, this haunted house every cell is a WEAPON coiled and WAITING for what must come next. ❞