Crime Scene


 

Her heart was the scene of a most beautiful crime. The most beautiful crime. It was the perfect place to mix the gray ashes of my misspent past with her prismatic emotions. I left it bloody and painted red and black and reveled in the warm and earthy bouquet of the devastation. I stood back to admire the grotesqueness as I waited for karma to come and paint my heart vile too.


 

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