De Mon Desespoir
Mute, hung the valves from its cemented ceiling; It's knob cranked with a decibel of metal shriek. Rained, with its acidic glow - the echo liberated his sigh; the flashing of pin-needle teeth that tear flesh from about the mouth, of him. The repercussion caught by her ears, and eyes that open to liquidation. She sits in this room with no awareness of how; It is not where she then slept - to fall asleep for. Flooring w...