In tongue.
Mouths opened wide whispering psalms of uncensored curses no hallowed plea no whispered prayer, just blasphemies with hollow echoes in candlelit balms. With teeth like tombstones in the cannery, the chalice cracks, the altar bleeds with a broken jaw as the serpents hiss, echoing kisses, whispering from the abyss, where saints once wept, the damned now creep.
Rated for Mature(17+)
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Vivid and sharp.
Thank you, Thomas.
Uncompromising and evocative – I was gripped all over Adagio, harriet-jacqui xx
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