Illicit

Illicit

This entry is an illogical testing of my functional brain waves.


Then she kissed her roughly on the lips, the blood that was caked to her skin was sticking, and didn't to bother her long haired partner for the deep crimson had been flowing onto her hair from the maimed being above. They were dancing beneath the body of a dead whom had no less deserved it than the subject had done to herself, with the short sword she now inserted into her abdomen, cutting across it to the left, then up. Her partner fell back in disbelief, as the subject collapsed to her knees, pulling the sword from her gut and, with a single tear, bad her partner "Farewell." as she took the blade and forced it through her temporal lobe.