O~ FleSh rending between teeth. Blood pooling at the back of your throat. Lightning in your panStem, fire in your veinS. The itch under grey Skin tinged with juSt enough colour to know. JuSt enough to tell you. ~O
O~ SometimeS! SometimeS regular terrorS. SometimeS no terrorS at all, only the condition of the conScience. ~O
Maybe I'm entering with a bit of a negative outlook because of your bio. Bad history with the sort whose contours you'll never make out. You understand I'm sure. However. With all due respect. Horror is the only way I could truly describe this post. The conscience can often be forced to grapple with a few of these on their own. But all at once.? The sign of something darker.
O~ Fair'S fair, I cannot diScount any of theSe pointS or the occaSional touch of the deep Sea in my pan. It'S bound to happen! ~O