I eat books and souls.
ScrapI laid down my words like snakes in the grass. Her hair perfumed the rooms with lavender and cumquat. Incense drifted out from under her eyelids – silken blue-grey. The heath hung in frost, the logs had burnt low. Daylight broke through the night like a knife through the breast. Bloody dawn spread through the trees, as tears from the lungs.Scrap by Somnolent-Droid
Blue Flower (Under 200 words)I wake in a glass corridor lined with dark spiders, shifting in and out the gliding shadows. Silk curtains flutter in the breathless air like opium smoke. The sleek fabric of the mouldering seats lies still and bleak...Blue Flower (Under 200 words) by Somnolent-Droid
Soon he will slip from the darkness, his breath flowing from his lips like intoxicating incense; his clear eyes sharp, gorgeous, deep and unfathomed. With his black gloves, bound tight around his supple wrists, he will sweep and turn like the ghost of a dancer, drifting across the rich carpets to stand, silent, by my side. He will wait, calm and quiet, emanating aesthetic perfection from every lineament of attire and visage; an ethereal, haunting, fragile beauty drowned in wealth, dressed in matchless taste, indolent in luxury. From his lapel will flourish a lone blue flower, appearing like a crystal of water caught in the frosts of frozen time. It shall shed no scent over that of his skin; warm and delicious. His irises will show new worlds, foreign and strange,