Pianos washed up on the sandy shore of our estate. He's hanging on every key. Birds fall from the heavens, soaked in blood. Nocturnal eyes dwell unseen in the raven's feathers. Is he sharp or flat? Only his aching stomach will know. Strike up a match, strike up a storm. Watch calamity unfold like origami. The piano is up in flames, the bones and organs spilling out. Two crimson dots 4 centimeters apart, just like his bloody canines. His eyes are like iron, and your lungs are rusted. Drinking and driving a life you do not own. Crosses are placed all over the boulevard. He abandons the charred music on the shore. The crystal tide rolls in, taking away the smokey debris. And you step in the water, hoping the staining red of the waves won't hurt the pianos.
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Blood Against Ivory
Ficção GeralMalakai Artem Killian comes from a long line of domesticated vampires, yet his only desire to become a human being. In a world where monsters live alongside humans, Malakai faces the injustice of being born with fangs and bloodlust. Hiding his ident...
