956.

Her mouth sends out a
constant turn of teeth and tongue,
a vicious hunger.

955.

Pillars and the snakes
who cast them back. How biting the
judgment of a girl.

954.

How biting the view
back from that reflection can
be. Evil vision.

953.

Ruled by a woman
caught up in her little throne
of melodrama.

952.

A general sense
of ennui in the air these
days. Heart pollution.

951.

Flatlines and mirrored
cliches. Redundancy here
and ready to stay.

950.

Stuck in a pattern
that needs to find its life
expectancy switch.