Soulless Art…

Mitch was a prisoner between the sheets, tucked in so tight that he couldn’t move, could hardly breathe. It was scary to see the thick liquid spurting in all directions, the rich red paint of it flying and splattering walls like some chaotic Jackson Pollack creation, flung from his own brother’s wrist…

© kym darkly

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