Look at her; shes a porcelain doll with never-ending milk legs all stapled to the bed, thirteen years young with forty-eight years suffocating her figure. Hes right up to her baby lips, offering cigarette breath and grinding his stubble on her cheeks, it reminds her of gravel and she closes her eyelids as it falls across her neck, inhaling the cloud of dust.
The curtains are draped across the sky, dried blood red casting shadows she cant tell the ends of. A dim flicker of a light and maybe a filter of moonshine illuminate the crevasses of his eyelids, forehead and awry mouth. His skin tastes of sweat and earth.
She was wit
Well its been over a year since i have uploaded ANYTHING
or even been on deviant art
so i fugred i would upload some things to get this going once again!
Here:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/snowball02043/RIPtori.jpg
The wake was today.
the hardest thing i ever had to do
was hug her mom
and have her tell me that she was sorry.
hey thanks for your comment i really appreciate it!, and thank you for marking my drawing as one of your favorites it really means a lot!, i hope we can make some hella cool stuff in the future and be good friends
Hey! Thanks for watching me. I'm just letting people know that I have moved accounts and am now . I'll be over there from now on, so if you want to see what I've been up to, check it out!