

The EntymologistentymologistThe Entymologist
Isabella Carter, Phd researcher and serial widow
her red lacquered fingernail sits atop the digit which plunges the pin through a carapace of chitinous iridescence (the sound of crunching is almost inaudible,
but there, nonetheless)
lips are licked below watching eyes, lips stained to a garish greasy hue. as she salivates, pin proceeds to cardboard terminus exo-skeletal legs continuing
with weak twitches for almost a minute
the tiny splinterings send shivers up those lit


EuryaleTimes like these are always nerve-racking. Waiting for the phone to ring knowing the small-talk will be stilted and painfully nervous filled with pauses and shy coughs of laughter. Vivacious crazy-haired girl seeks M GSOH for nights out and walks in the country. Herpetologists need not call.Euryale
It was the crazy-haired part that had caught my attention. Nights out and walks in the country are simply garden-variety clichés for these ads. I bet she didnt even own a pair of walking-shoes. As for the herpetologists - well, I would just have to ask. But hair - hair can say a lot about a girl


Serpentyour venom will not harm me, serpent your coils will not compress, expel my breath or crush my bones to chalkSerpent
your forked tongue will not beguile me snake's syrup hiding hidden barbs you will not surprise me from the dark, your coal-sleek, shadow-sheathed self slipping sideways, to and fro -
your ivory fangs an unwished for ectothermic kiss to endothermic epidermis
because, reptile,
I will find you. will track your brass scales like the thrush tracks snails the vixen tracks the fowl,
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That which doesn't kill you only makes you . . . stranger.
~ The Joker
lol!
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~ I feel so bad, I'm alive again ~
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The story behind the painting I drew is already told. No more tear stains on the pages of my diary.
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