Plum-coloured patterns swirled under the skin of her left leg, knee and foot. For two or three moments while paying attention to the casing in which she existed, there was a kind of glimpse toward healing, and a separate simultaneous clawing toward animalistic combinations of hateful utterances.
A shiver felt its way out of her collarbone. Eyes a little more open than usual.
The eyes reflected the lining of grime that swells above a murky pond.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Plum-coloured patterns swirled under the skin of her left leg, knee and foot. For two or three moments while paying attention to the casing in which she existed, there was a kind of glimpse toward healing, and a separate simultaneous clawing toward animalistic combinations of hateful utterances.
A shiver felt its way out of her collarbone. Eyes a little more open than usual.
The eyes reflected the lining of grime that swells above a murky pond.
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