The Flow

He imagined her eyes would look frozen like those of a fish, taken out of water and paralysed on the pavement as heavy footed limbs trampled across her, the eyes wide in life but the body limp in near-death, as her brain slowed to die and stopped her blood from moving warmly.

Her blood would lie still in her veins and pool in the backs of her eyes until in some lower hell she bled out deep red tears and released the flow again.

mossangel

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