casperlyghostface

To gaze upon her caused sick to boil up and grace the foundation. Suspended by herself, nothing more, she would gaze back. A fatal sight, indeed. Her stare was clouded by the unknown, absent intentions rippling the skin. Hovering still, cleanly carved and savagely broken, displayed with time, care, and lust. Fair tresses fall with crisp staticity, fixing her eyes forever forward. Intense and completely empty. Her shadow stained below, grows with every drop. Skin like paper, gore like rubber, hair like straw. Wings pulled back to tear. Her top and bottom apart, her treasures opened to reveal but bones and hollow. For the depths of He