Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Between abbreviations and little cryptic signs of batted eyelids, she carves out a shadow.
It's black, but ofcourse.

Folded into neat curves and sharp edges, she pricks her finger.
It's crimson.

Yet, it's not the first time.

2 comments:

Golduck said...

You have a great blog!

v said...

Here we go again.