A chill, not from the open window, seeped
into their bones. Conjuring a seance. The air
grew heavy, suffocating the shadows woven
from memories and old threads. Humming
Deuteronomy.
Scratching the mahogany table and lighting
cigarettes. Rattling teacups, mimicking an
earthquake, taunting the ghost. With a
cacophony of old rasping haints clawing at
throats of withered windpipes, knocking
within their souls.
Waiting for Hallelujah sunrise, sipping Grand
Mariners. Lisping demonic sex. Climaxing in a
teacup and urinating on the hearth. Starving
the ghosts of immortal sods. Arousing the
tempest, speaking to Macbeth.








Vivid, disturbing – arousing! xx
Thank you, kindly.
wow dearest Adagio you out did yourself 💕
Thank you, Brenda. I took my time with this one.