Brittanica Goodrich
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Bound Sanguinity
Beams of light huffed, as the rays that slithered through the slats bobed against the waxed walls. A taunting game of sanguinity laminated the mess of blonde curls that splayed out in protest. I gazed into the pair of blue holes that the sun seemed to have had it's way with, sun golden threads swimming through the blue in spiraled snaggy lines; lines that were panicked and spurning to escape the incessant holes. Shadows brushed over the spirals of blue in the form of long spidery legs that flarred out to form a curved lid. The blue dissembled as the set of spider legs kissed one another; manifesting the blue into now a fader shade that melted in and out of the bulged lids through a maze of veins.
By Brittanica Goodrich5 years ago in Futurism
