Kicking feet charge a sprint molesting tendons in the twisted way of
walking, a limping gesture frets in a scrunched puppy whine to fall back and smoothen aggression
but her abrasive tone couldn't view any point of mercy as she irked her complaining
daggers: ' Useless piece of blood bag, ready
to rob food from the carrers that sweated
so much time and effort to make you look anything but yourself.
Why you brazen boney twig decided to
disobey my autonomy when you know I
would hear even the most timid fly strut by me.'
Blinking heated droplets of snowflakes, the tattered leg pulses ache, the left eye can
barely grip light and the right elbow grabbed
in her claws feels ready to jerk and heart tugging in the hungry tummy thinks this may
be an early end.
Released by the spidery tentacles her
huffing dress brushes a scoff: 'Since I'm not
as evil as the spawn of the best murderer
I'll lend the pleasure of food made three days ago with a bread of a week maturity so you
can learn to fortify that sickly form of your constitution for the prophecy to shape it's
cuffs around you'.
Magic words pierced in stone stumble lazely
in the open: 'Ye... s MaDam...' and pat the air
to the obvious need for the kid's extinction
for the present moment as she would refer: "Discard thus voice from your plushy garnishing lips"
so the only option was the cabinet of a room to wait until dinner served it's last glory.
Anchoring shots of thuds on the creaked floor the eyes stare at an
imaginary clock ticking away laced boredom with desperation and when time
shoots it's arrow, the table holds a different hope this evening.