Prologue;

I place my left hand on your
face as though we were to kiss.
Then I suddenly shove my thumb
deep into your eyesocket.
Abrupty, decisively, like drilling a hole.

Chapter;

I like dark fiction: Silent Hill, villians, a psychological approach, serial killers, aaaand strange romances, i.e. Aerith and Sephiroth; a strong, anti-heroine with a wicked villian. Anything I happen to write, or drabble, or read will be based upon such things. I'm always searching for the next, shiny, big thing to catch my attention. College can kill inspiration.

Epilogue;

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