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11 August - Original - Under the Red
Title: Under the Red.
Day/Theme: August 11 – “joy and pain in equal measure .”
Series: Original
Rating: PG
She peeled back her skin and dived in under the muscle, breathing in the blood coated oxygen, her mind humming and purring with the engines motors – dare you join her under the silky red, down where the beauty of it all was tempered by the madness. It was spilt under the red, down the concrete walls, where she planted the first of the apple seeds into the ground.
Wherever she walked, it was there pervading all thoughts, and senses - the sense of nothing ever being the same again.
It was easier for her acknowledge that her mind was her muse, than to explain that it was not the reality that scared them of, for people scared so easily these days, all you had to do was walk up behind another and they would run.
That’s what she told herself anyhow.
There was more fluidity and angels choirs in the colours that streamed down her arms blue, reds and greens than to admit that he would never understand.
She inherently knew these truths, like the back of her hand.
Day/Theme: August 11 – “joy and pain in equal measure .”
Series: Original
Rating: PG
She peeled back her skin and dived in under the muscle, breathing in the blood coated oxygen, her mind humming and purring with the engines motors – dare you join her under the silky red, down where the beauty of it all was tempered by the madness. It was spilt under the red, down the concrete walls, where she planted the first of the apple seeds into the ground.
Wherever she walked, it was there pervading all thoughts, and senses - the sense of nothing ever being the same again.
It was easier for her acknowledge that her mind was her muse, than to explain that it was not the reality that scared them of, for people scared so easily these days, all you had to do was walk up behind another and they would run.
That’s what she told herself anyhow.
There was more fluidity and angels choirs in the colours that streamed down her arms blue, reds and greens than to admit that he would never understand.
She inherently knew these truths, like the back of her hand.