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Thursday, October 25, 2012
A network of vessels nestled beneath her skin Her radiant, translucent coat of porcelain.
Threads raced beneath, delicately tying her up.
Surging with liquid ruby and milky plasma.
Plasma. Tainted. Toxic.
A faint olive tinge.
Specks of dust and dirt laced the tracks.
Dusts of envy, anxiety and fear.
Dirt of regrets, hatred and shame.
Nauseous. With guilt and worry.
Vocal chords cloaked with hesitance.
Glass threads tugged every muscle.
Glistening with mockery.
Puppet, deaf, dumb, mute.
Puppeteer. Omniscient.
The ghost that saturated the stale air.
That graveyard in the blackened skull.
Filled with multilated corpses of her heroes.