Though this week was fraught with dangers, we have almost made it to the weekend..... Hang in there for just a few more hours, and we wull all go swimming !!!! *dances*
Swirling cloud of desperation, sweeps across her soul--- This awful lonliness, such desolation...too awful to behold. Never in her reckoning, not once in all these years--- Has truth been so unkind to her, she sheds another bitter tear. Daughter of such perfect darkness, using others' fears--- Existing on the fringes, broken hearts...her souveniers. Who is this pagan stranger, allowed access to her world--- A cunning beast inside of her, cruel daemon from the nether-world?
Looking in the mirror, is that a blemish she discerns--- Another fucking disappointment, to add to her concerns? Groaning from across the room, interrupts such ruminations--- Sounds as if he's stirring there, aware now...of her desperation. That strutting bytch aggravated her, grated on her nerves--- He will watch that bytch's suffering, no less than he deserves. Rueful smile parts her lips, craving carnal satisfaction--- Retribution gained this night, will end that bytch's...two-faced actions.
Weeping from the corner, excites her rising passion--- Pathetic bytch cowers on the floor, begging for...her kind compassion. She glances at the pair of them, what did they think she'd do--- "Am I someone to trifle with, someone to be abused?" Squatting down beside the bytch, making sure that he can see--- She displays the razor in her hand...her desire now set free. Screaming echoes in her ears, as she sets about her chore--- Deftly she removes the nose, she just can't stand this whore! Rising slowly she turns to him, showing him her prize--- "Will you still desire her, find pleasure 'tween her parted thighs?"
As she leaves, she glances backwards...at her mother's other daughter... Bleeding freely, that awful wound...now sure her sister won't defy her.
