chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} catastro_phy) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} endiings,@ 2008-05-09 18:20:00 |
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- This is when, she spits, when it's three o'clock in the morning and I can't sleep from hunger.
She is holy, wholly my own, and when I reach out to touch her image in my face, she hovers an inch or so before my skull. Then she flicks her tongue out at me like the enraged lion she is; she snaps her fingers between her feline jaws; a barrage of dead spiders, splinters of wood, and bone.
- This is when I love you most.
She is holy, wholly my own, and when I reach out to touch her image in my face, she hovers an inch or so before my skull. Then she flicks her tongue out at me like the enraged lion she is; she snaps her fingers between her feline jaws; a barrage of dead spiders, splinters of wood, and bone.
- This is when I love you most.
