Eleanor (Part 3)
By Rio Child
part 3 of 4, Eleanor When darkness came its spell was brief awake she saw in disbelief the angel holding cotton swabs, the bleeding forehead wildly throbbed but through it all she smelled the scent of Eleanor the heaven-sent beyond the stench of smoke and booze above the din of shouting fools her voice detached but strangely warm perhaps whole armies could disarm yet Mary rather was aroused seeking support she pulled her blouse revealed beneath a young white breast by passing Time still not caressed. While crimson shattered Eleanor's inviolate face forevermore old Mary saw this starkest truth reflected on the skin so smooth "From Mammon I could never snare a ruby like the one laid bare before me" thus with no regrets anon she would her foe upset. She sank her teeth into the flesh, imbibed the blood that would refresh oblivious to the world outside, the crowd a bout, the angel's cry, until it curdled into words that Mary later always heard through years of prolonged decline -You had enough? You f***ing swine!-The ruby is the nipple. hope that's clear. Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 01:25 PM PST 0 • 10
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"part 3 of 4, Eleanor..."