I strolled through the fence riding on the wave feeling the cool spray of liquid salt on my face, the metal leviathans glared their fangs daring me. I held my stance. I crossed over the vast ocean feeling the fire, it burned my feet, the heat glimmered and bites at my face these annoying fire flys. Try as they may i am intent on meeting her, the tormentor of my soul. Her fiery screech burns deep inside and i have only crossed half way. The hive loomed above filled with lazy ants …busy they seem. I merged through a door she sat there glaring, daring me using her proboscis to threaten my life energy.
I sat in a chair …carefully, knowing that the lounge was a death trap. I needed to be tormented, it is a magnetic pull that i cannot resist. The teacher in white continues to threaten with each heave of her chest. I sigh she knows my desire and vomits, scaring me with her outburst and closes my senses, the goal is my only aim i kick hard to score. The banshee materialise before my very eyes summoned. Angelic, but it is just a farce, the throng of soldiers forces us apart trampling on my apples. I reached out to touch her fingers amazingly elongated i am surprised the skills i have. She smiles.
So you say