That was actually really beautiful in a creepy, stream-of-consciousness, poetic-word-association kind of way.
He remembers the twist of heavy metal tweaking the flesh of his palm, twisting dry and cold against his tender flesh before it slides easily in his grip, warm… red. Crunch crunch the little red breast sings, crunch crunch. Oh, owie!
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6/7/07 02:53 am (UTC)He remembers the twist of heavy metal tweaking the flesh of his palm, twisting dry and cold against his tender flesh before it slides easily in his grip, warm… red. Crunch crunch the little red breast sings, crunch crunch. Oh, owie!