by Zel Kuroi
They mutilated me and decked my imprisoned body in baubles and lights; now my dying limbs bleed needles onto a hostile floor. Their family pictures on the mantle mock me with festive smiles.
I can reach the fireplace with one limb and the curtains with another. Let my dry corpse kindle the flames of revenge.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Exogenesis: Cross-Pollination
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