Blood
The thrill as for the actors. The sea at the back of the house. Arrive in the dark and engage the room. There are tool the same end. The place is smoky. There’s plenty of drink. Wager a game of chess with the food. Music. Wine. Sex. This we toast.
There music and laughter. There figures all sides. Fluorescent lighting whip and party people like I am novelty. A symbol of status you’ve had me. Like spider and web. The truth bold and reverent. Your thoughts scattered. Figure we’d best for last. Unremitting and the zeal for me. Misery make bedfellows. She’s all in. In her eyes a certainty. My intention now as then you resist. Suppose there’s a story his sinister. What make we push the edge as if there elasticity at the fringe? Naught clue to mystery and mystique. I was shown by shrew. That is to say she come striding, unrepentant as she like. And I am the flashpoint.
Blood
As if we haven’t at least once. Like is no great design. The power be envy of. What they won’t for blood. His admission without prodding. The walls are thin. The chemicals in the paint. The occupants in a trance like state. Dogs with their barking as they are now while my comrade is talking. He speaks less of his weakness but the populace. It’s when the debutante with her crown bends as if she’s the talent ‘round. For vials or whatever. Before the fever previously just creeping up in full force. Those who wonder where she goes where the sun close enough to boost her up. Is the eyes that tell it. Bright as beacon. In contrast black of night. A time of times do further with less and dreams of vamp in black dress. Visions of love and laughter leaves one scatterbrained and melancholy after. She swears she knows nothing of vamp. What they do. But she knows door to street level. These narrow halls. Ancient walls and buried within them…G©
