

No TitleIn this world of discord And puppeteer's demands Monochromatic skies Veil their gesturing handsNo Title
With reticent moods I stir the heaven's light To them I grant breath For wings in their flight
Thermals of thought astride two domains To gingerly steal Which each contains


Scab, The firstBreakfastScab, The first
I have a scab on my arm. But it never heals because I like to pick it and sometimes eat it. I dig my nails into the crusty tissue in search of the young, fresh skin beneath. I strip the slightly moist, flaking, leathery tissue back slowly. Gooey and stringy ligaments cling to the festering wound and snap from the underside of the scab. The revealed skin inhales the open air, blood and cells bubble to the surface and spill down the sides of the gaping wound. Infection and puss foams and seethes to create a lethargic paste. It mixes and mingles with uprooted, free-floating veins applying a chunky texture to the fleshy sou
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~Carusima Hikura~
I'ma Black Fire Virus Demon :3
~The Kitten With The Black Wings~
My husband ~MasterRuneRelic <3
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