A Thousand Needles

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


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