'Your Turn'
By christy
Shock of neon pink burning shadowed sky; a perfect backdrop for nearing vultures mad with the stench of bleeding. Closer and closer they come; ravenous hunger flaming their eyes. Whip of inky feathers, like a ticking bomb, grows louder with each shrinking second. Panic pricks a dying heart. Funny how this vision paints me with sinful laughter, strokes an evil inner flesh, as I watch them prepare for descent. One last look back and then I step aside, for this time, my dear, they have come for YOU! Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 06:34 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Shock of neon pink ..."