Shocks traveled down the spine, heat through each vertebraeA bullet hitting bone, lodging itself deep in the tissueTwitches tried to drive the blank awayTension through the muscles of your neck Fog, mist, the coldest cold cracked the false, warm shellUnknown temperature kisses each hair along the armsStanding and bubbling until everything flexed off like tissueSpring …
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Idle hands are the devil’s playthings
An idle Prelude... Eighteen. Let's say Nineteen for good measure. Each beginning different, every ending the same. But don't believe everything you read. Not anything you see. Only what you hear. There will be blood. In two forms. Two sides. Two halves. And an extra meant as the bow on the box. Don't believe the …
Just Buckle Down 