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Liner Notes

midnight spellings, of divine combination, exuding fatalism in key strokes and awkward touches of light over a grim pale. she casts her eyes, immoral and indecisive, at a spark of glittering silver.

  pictures the vine ripened clot of blood, curling down ones wrist strung out on the bloody red sheets, the hue of the  jumpers halo.

 one, two, three, its time to sleep again, cant get to bed sleeps for the dead.

 she locks the thoughts which twist up her thighs closed in, weeping for ascension, drowning by kilometers.

 it seems so frugal to press kisses against parted lips on sidewalks slick with other peoples spit, when all she wants to do is line her bed with someone who does not want to lie in it.

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

One response to “Liner Notes

  1. wiredwriter ⋅

    the last paragraph so powerful

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