Fan of mirror strikes lit
behind a Luminescence
globe of moonlight. Hidden
body shape away in a damp
entry.
Washed in blood deep
serrated cuts defensive
Wrists cut open to bits
and shreds of fallen
salmon like flesh and a
plunged dripped ruby heart.
A yawn of dark mist
disguising the depravity
Another soul an empty
vessel to the spirit
world !. A sound of sirens
a light cone searching
passing.
wet souls slapping soles
chasing, scouting for the
Ice cold Killer
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