Twisted Story TellingBy Fiora Visirel
::Twisted Story Telling::
The skin shall be the paper, and the razor the pen I draw all over myself and watch as metallic red ink Magically appears. It bubbles then it runs Like a too full glass of water when a child blows into the straw. I etch into my skin the words I cannot say to form a story I mustn’t tell. The plot was always there, something I was born with. Characters reside in the duplex that is my mind While setting is but a fleeting thought that must be pinned down. So now it is my turn to break the skin and force the elements together. Carve my story on the surface but know it runs deeper than that For it is written in blood like my signature on the devil’s contract. ~Fin
Author's Note: i am not a cutter nor have i sold my soul to the devil for sake of a good story. i have no control over what i write (i know that sounds weird)... it is my gift.
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