NAILS TEAR MY soul asunder. A thousand sharp spindles, glistening in the sunlight, pierce every inch of my flesh; liquid crimson jewels stain each needle, with nowhere else to drip.
My soul is consumed by emptiness. Prickly teeth rip the flesh of my soul to shreds; dregs of mangled spirit-flesh hung limply from inside the casket of iron. Brilliant shadows, so bright they blind the eyes, embrace my hollow corpse.
Word Count: 70
Written: 2 February 2013
Inspired: trying to get back into writing