I asked her to tell me how she ended up in that alley, with ripped stockings and a need for stesolid and love. I asked her to tell me everything.
She didn't, but she showed me her ribs. Covered with little blue spots, and said
" This used to be the only thing I could feel"
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At some point I will need my skull back. What ever did you do, with my teeth? To hold me in such skillful hands, I could do worse. To think that I would become, no more than a jolly roger flapping in some cyber wind. It makes one think; wheres my body? I really couldn't have gotten that far... Really Love, you must look at me when I'm talking to you. How ever will I know when you are laughing or crying, frowning or grinning, are you listening? OH how I would live again to feel any thing, much less an emotion. A bruise, perhaps sun light across my flesh or cold of winter. Really Belle, I'm in your hands. Could you, at the very least put a hat on my head? I use to have such thick hair. I always did have a better profile than a strait ahead shot.
belle, you have been 18 now for more than two years, how do you do that? is it a blatant lie or are you feeding from human meet? are these the remains? (although i looks more like a monkey skull to me)
You're a mystery, my girl. A beautiful mystery.
- Cas
(www.limonefiore.blogspot.com)
Lovely photo.
Even more lovely words. Saddness without emotion attached is how it feels.
your post are compelling.
Good-bye, Darling. My blogging days are over. Treat yourself well. xo E.
Your face doesn't age, but your words do.
xo, Sophia.
I miss you even though we've never met - my fingertips have never touched your face. Come play. I want to hold you screaming in my arms, I want you to cry like you haven't cried in years.
X
Sophia is so right - your face
looks so young and vulnerable.
Haunting words, strangely beautiful picture. Where does one find a human skull?
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