Sea tile floor

There was no blood on the dry sea tile. The cathedral’s chimney remains unlit and the gargoyles lost the fire that once sparkled in their devious eyes, their devious smiles. We were all decencitized, so fantastic. Nothing phased the mindset of order except odd requests or things that lay outside of the lies of norms. No one noticed all the invisible but very real blood the tile was soaking in. But not all too well. Death was a thing listed in the paper, only happened to old folks or unfortunates. But it was all over that dry sea tile floor that are feet were all muddled in.

 

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~ by hamshanwitch on January 7, 2013.

 
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