Her eyes are oozing with honeyed sins. Things she keeps forgotten inside.
They are eating her inside out, pulling out the darkness through dripping fangs.
She clings to the mirror, gazing at her horrendous visage as the sins come
to the surface. Dorian Gray's beautiful protege, transformed into a monster.
The lights twirl above her, they make no sense. The voices are screaming,
she tries to push them out. Tries to make them be quiet. Her mind is twisting,
she can't think, can't breathe. Chained and mutilated by the consequences of
living this life.
Her body is ripped apart, eviscerated and gaping. The inner-workings
of her frame burst open, blooming like bloody flowers against ivory skin. She
is emptied onto the floor, spilling love and sin over everything. Staining what
was once perfection's finest.
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