Oct 2012
Florescent.
Phosphorescent.
Like freshly polished sin, ripe with toxins and swarmed with rainbows. Its skin is powdered in fairy wings, grown for this purpose, making it glitter and gleam like malevolence incarnate.
Tiers of tears trickle down the windows of my soul. Waste not. I spin them on my spinning wheel. Don’t ***** your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel.
Don’t move into a stranger’s house without permission, especially if you have never met or spoken with them before. Don’t speak to strangers. Don’t invite strangers into your home. Don’t accept food from strangers. Don’t wait around for the prince; the wolf might have eaten him.
Phosphorescent.
Like freshly polished sin, ripe with toxins and swarmed with rainbows. Its skin is powdered in fairy wings, grown for this purpose, making it glitter and gleam like malevolence incarnate.
Tiers of tears trickle down the windows of my soul. Waste not. I spin them on my spinning wheel. Don’t ***** your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel.
Don’t move into a stranger’s house without permission, especially if you have never met or spoken with them before. Don’t speak to strangers. Don’t invite strangers into your home. Don’t accept food from strangers. Don’t wait around for the prince; the wolf might have eaten him.
