Pastures and Paddocks: [when -worlds -collide ]

[ beautiful blurr ]

Ambling across the apex of the hilltop, cobalt gaze laced with contemptuous disdain, lips pursed appallingly as head was shaken to emphasize the point. Frosted fingertips thrust within the cotton pouch of her sable NIN hoodie. Palm cupped and brought to labrums as a yawn swelled within her throat, willowy sides fanning out and reseeding in accentuated monotony. Stoic as the penumbras stroked her with their lackluster shafts of thick darkness, cradling her in the unlit grasps of seclusion and utter boredom, palm clutching the long neck of her Mellow Yellow bottle, instead of Tropical Sour Skittle Sprite it shall be Only Yellow and Red Original Skittle Mellow Yellow. She lowered her bantam frame to the top of the archaic boards, humming tediously as wanton gaze settled on the blankness of the fields

shauna
[ w a l k i n g - d e a d - generation ]