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angel tears.

eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.

ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.

beau.

_{*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧   LIGHT}

_{^{YOU   ARE    A    QONQUERER   ;}    the   cities    you   waltz   into      quaking   ‘twixt   your   suffocating    hold   .    when   the   sun   has   set   &   night   blankets    the   streets   you   slink   o’er   pavement   ,   all   mesmeric   smiles   &   charming   words   .      the   people   respond   ,   fall   into   thy   arms   to   be   turned   into    bloodless   corpses   &    the   morning   paper   reads   ;   ‘   serial   killer   on   a   rampage   !  ‘   &   it   is   thee   !   you   turn   these   cities   into   your    feeding ground    ,    make   it   tremble   ‘neath   your   feet   !   they   will   never   catch   you   !}

_{sleek   movements   ,    smile    ready   ‘pon    ashen   lips   ,    your   eye   falls   ‘pon   a   woman   ,   nay   girl    exiting   a   building   .    creak   of   a    door   ,  a    lock   falling   into  place   .     ‘    is   it   not   a   bit   late   for   a   girl   like   you   to   venture   in   the   night   all   alone   ?   ‘}

           a  girl  like  you ,  _{he  says ,  and  it’s  a  familiar  song  to  her  by  now  but  still  not  one  she’d  like  to  dance  to .  she  forgets ,  sometimes ,  that  the  armor  she  wears  can  only  be  seen  by  people  looking  for  it .  soft  underbelly  is  hidden  away ,  bleeding  heart  put  in  a  paper  bag  &  left  in  the  drawer  of  a  motel  nightstand  somewhere  in  mexico .  it’s  a  wry  smile  that  curves  her  lips  upwards ,  a  tilt  of  her  head  &  tumble  of  blood - stain  hair  over  her  shoulder .  petite  hands  tucked  away  in  the  pockets  of  her  coat ,  freezing  gunmetal  &  smooth  wooden  stake .  ❝  is  it ?  ❞  tone  cool  &  casual ,  like  darkness  didn’t  settle  hours  ago ,  like  she  couldn’t  feel  it  in  her  bones .  ❝  must  not’ve  noticed .  ❞  a  quirk  of  her  eyebrow ,  challenge  clear  in  her  gaze .  ❝  what  exactly  do  you  think  a  girl  like  me  ought  t’  be  doing  right  now ,  then ?  ❞}