

That Toxique FeelingLying next to you, eyes tightly shut, feigning a sleep that will never come. Sidelong glances catch sight of your pale hand above the covers, long fingers still stained with the blood from your latest victim; I can barely retain a shudder of revulsion. Reach out, wanting to scratch that stain away, to scratch your skin until it bleeds, but somehow my fingers end up entwined with yours, clutching tight for simple sanity.That Toxique Feeling
Mind cast back to mere hours before and that mortal girl intoxicated on beauty and promise. Your sweet seduction; lips next to hers, hands on her breast. Gentle words whispered in her ears- honeyed lies convincing
Lucy
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Art is never finished, only abandoned.
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