Monday, November 12, 2012

character development of x on sunday night

I don't know what I was on. Long days those ones, like I didn't have enough breath in my sternum. Like my blood was rotten. Woke up at the crack of dawn with claws unsheathed, quick to snarl. Snap. I was a crazy bitch. My blood rotten on some kind of fast-moving spell.

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