Monday, July 6, 2015

DRIPPING FROM HER FINGERS

Dripping from her fingers and into the cracks between the piano keys, the dark purple feelings slid inside it and coated the hammers and the strings, getting them sticky and gooey and covered in dark plasmatic erogenous throbbing phantasmosity. Now whenever another played this piano, no matter how bright and sprightly the melody, it hung with an air of slow, lugubrious torment.

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