chocolate studs pouring emotion out to the ground
sight, a gaussian blur
harsh, dirty claws deep in the roots dig at an attempt to leech into the innocent scalp
a raw grunt belches out her mouth right from the pit of her starved soul
bones rub and grind one another
each breath is shallow whilst lungs dry out, crumble, and collapse
pieces of the sanity once thriving through the mind are now disintegrating at a pace so vast
dense keys of the Yamaha begin a faster and faster melody on the fragile stomach, screaming of pain, begging for surrender
she holds her helpless self in her own arms in a fetal position, drenched in agony
molars clenched with molars, muscles turn limp
all that remains are inaudible sobs and choked up gasps.