sang their sweet song of bloody rage. They spewed their vomit-like rainbows onto their mothers beautiful rotting corpse. She arose out of her bead and placed her feat onto the splintered floor, slicing beautiful slivers or crimson rose-red. She smiled eagerly as the mascara blood ran like glitter from her toe. Her ribs stuck out like the rusty nails she slept on that left impressions on her wondrously anorexic body.
The rain poured like the bulimic vomit she spewed after her injected dinner of drugs. She fucked her boy friend dearly. She grimaced as he entered her skeleton-like body and enjoyed herself as his slippery tongue slid into her flaps and played like a child with her decaying insides. He held and touched her magnificently wrecked figure and his eyes met hers with a gaze as lovingly as ashes of butterflies on fire.
Out of pure instinct he slashed her in half and was gloriously exhilarated as ruby fountains spouted from her chapped skin. Pearl liquid ejected from his organ which created striking strings of artistic goo across her scorched and bony thighs. He loved her pain.
Perfume-like radiances of crystal meth and cannabis arose from her decomposing corpse. Her veins reeked of her syrupy, drug infested blood. He sniffed delightfully at the fumes and smiled with passion at the infecting poison. He laid aside the sweet remanence of her dead
body with leisurely, stiff movements and slowly
his sugary breath ceased. The two bodies lay
dead, icy carcasses covered in shimmering
blankets of glossy burgundy laced with accents
of slashes and cuts.