Cerridwen's Lantern“Imagine a world unlike your own, a world so extraordinary you’d be afraid to weep and stain the extraordinariness of it with your ordinary tears. Close your eyes and try to dream of an endless fall, the stars will always catch you here,” whispers a voice so clear it sings like wet crystals.Cerridwen's Lantern
Cerridwen startles awake under the flicker of a faulty streetlamp bulb. Shifting uncomfortably in her pleated jumper, she rises wearily and looks about the desolate street through the fuzz of sleep in her honey eyes. Falling asleep on the curbside wasn’t exactly on her agenda this evening but knowing her Uncle Thomas, who
CanaryHappy yellow wings flap flap flap as the slender pink nails of a cold and wicked hand tap tap tap.Canary
Chirping from its heart, the canary sings out a song and perches on a finger that's ever so long.
As the little bird hops onto her powder white palm, the top hatted fille is far too still and far too calm.
"La main qui tue le Canari est le plus mortel.." The tongue rolls and clicks, articulating every clever word she picks.
Crunch goes the bones as she squeezes the life out of the helpless animal and moans.
Her plump baby lips give a smirk as the happy yellow feathers fall into the murk.
Bitch CourtesanHalf smile, lying eyes.Bitch Courtesan
Red kinks are sloppy in the midst of passion, falling over one angular shoulder.
Tongue whips out and laps up the smeared rogue on curling lips.
With the blush of a slender thigh peeking out of spreading fabrics, a voice too sultry for one's own good purrs in your ear.
Face is soft but features are sharp and deadly.
Bitch courtesan will satisfy your most carnal desires but mangle the goodness in your heart.
Monster SightSwollen smile,Monster Sight
cannibalistic teeth.
Impossibly long fingers,
bloodied nails.
Twisted lashes,
eyes sewn shut.
White kimono, red sash.
Dull hair, falls sick and knotted.
Horns crack out of skull, eyeballs of all shapes and sizes spinning all around on said horns.
Pallid skin, organs might be rotting inside fleshy covering.
Wings unfold,
still throbbing hearts of victims pinned to the bone of her avian appendages. Monstrous. Devil. Witch. Cunt.
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Computer people, they love you, love you.
Lead to gold, eternal search -
Down the forbidden hall, we lurch -
Drawing ever near to death -
Drown in sorrow - take your last breath.
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