A meditation based on HC
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morb_id.
The steel blade flashed in the the light as it fell. Rose. Fell. Rose and fell. The pace increased, fine drops grew fat and flew. He arched his back and tried to stumble away. His mouth opened, perhaps to speak, but so fast came the awful final thumps of the blade that a torrent of blood belched from his parted lips instead. His weakening fingers slid down the unyielding fabris of her skirt as the blade bit meat again and again, scraping bone, tearing life. He fell into a still heap, and still the blade rose and fell.
Finally, she slowed. Wiped back her dangling bangs with a red dripping hand. Her breath came in great gusts. After a moment spent watching the still form at her feet, she spoke.
"Is it 'wacky'?"
She snorted. Straightened. Her eye was caught by a flame-blue dress hanging in front of her closet. She walked over to it, turning her back on the body. Behind her, blood pooled.
As her soiled shirt came off, a bloody trembling hand rose, grabbing for the bed.
Had to do something to wake this durn comm up a little. Maybe something else later on.
morb_id.The steel blade flashed in the the light as it fell. Rose. Fell. Rose and fell. The pace increased, fine drops grew fat and flew. He arched his back and tried to stumble away. His mouth opened, perhaps to speak, but so fast came the awful final thumps of the blade that a torrent of blood belched from his parted lips instead. His weakening fingers slid down the unyielding fabris of her skirt as the blade bit meat again and again, scraping bone, tearing life. He fell into a still heap, and still the blade rose and fell.
Finally, she slowed. Wiped back her dangling bangs with a red dripping hand. Her breath came in great gusts. After a moment spent watching the still form at her feet, she spoke.
"Is it 'wacky'?"
She snorted. Straightened. Her eye was caught by a flame-blue dress hanging in front of her closet. She walked over to it, turning her back on the body. Behind her, blood pooled.
As her soiled shirt came off, a bloody trembling hand rose, grabbing for the bed.
Had to do something to wake this durn comm up a little. Maybe something else later on.
