thread bare
by: angelus . noir ( 7/25/05 )

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long boned fingers curl along ebony fangs, embed along the neck, and the sickening grin spreads languid amongst petal soft lips ( rose red wine slips from tongue ). the butterfly cries, pushing amongst the thread: " trapped, darling? " stomachs flip at the sound: " no." whispered against death's lips, ( butterfly stings ) she moans to the loss of ( carnation ) wings as the spider's claws wrap tight along the noose before stealing another kiss: " tata, darling. "

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beta reader: naomi