With which death had come about That had left it's stain On the essence of her breath And leave the memory Tangled in her backbone With blood and pale ink.
-poem by yours truly.
you brand me with the stigmata of your finger paint slitherings from the iron feast tangent of my blood lust,
thriving on the displasia of your malignant life that heaves beneath me, draining to reveal the graticule to follow beyond if you must
I know it's a bit darker than what I normally submit, but I was inspired by the stock photo of the model. I had to do something macabre with it after all. It came to me in a dream....kidding. xDD
Can I just say that I love your work so very much? It's amazing how much a person can miss something so beautifully amazingly done. I esp love the dark ones like this, the bloody and what not. I'm surprised you have thought of joining the yet. It'll be perfect for ya.
I'm happy you came upon it, even though it is quite bloody.
hmmm...I'll have to see.
I don't think so, because I do, too.