Thursday, October 8, 2009

Tenebrectomist

by Robert Gryfft


She's beautiful, now. I've taken her mind with a scalpel.
Her flesh is exquisite, her soul flawless.
Her eyes brim over when she looks up at me-- they're full of joy, gratitude, eagerness. Love. She's nothing but emotion, now. I've taken away everything she hated about herself.
She's simple. She's helpless. She's perfect.
She's mine.

4 comments:

Angel Zapata said...

Creepy and dark, fer sure. Love it.

Rob said...

Thanks, Angel!

Allie said...

Love the title

Rob said...

Then you must be a Latin nerd, Allie :D