Unflinchingly

I told her I didn't care, eyes open wide with innocence, seeping hatred through the cracks in my retina. I felt her draw her yellow-parchment skin over me, like a web of history and headlines - years and years of forgotten words burning themselves into my memory for the second time, only dirtier. I smiled as she took over my gag-reflex, swimming over the muscles along my spine, tantalizing all my knuckles, crackling at the tips of my hair. I dreamed I sank my teeth into her and snapped the bird-bones at the hollow of her throat and blew the sand that was her marrow into a desert of insignificance. I stood in the sky and watched as I turned my face. I watched my pupils fill up with tar and I watched her blood run down my chin. and I didn't even flinch. ** Written to describe one of the seven deadly sins... wrath