SHE'S A KILLER QUEEN

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? it is the obtrusive murmur of her only sister that extracts the phantom queen from her morbid reverie, a silent snarl painting the premises of her disfigured countenance as she wrenches her skull in the direction of her cavern?s entrance, expecting to locate the silhouette of a daring intruder { and perhaps a lost advocate of her carmine beauty }. however, the nimble physique of the elysius dove manifests upon her threshold instead, and immediately the intensified emotion dissipates from the deity?s facial features in favor of stark indifference. yet beneath her beguiled exterior resides an insurmountable rage that only festers as she commemorates her siblings? desertion, and her tongue clicks thoughtfully against the roof of her mouth in a poor attempt to contain such fury that reigns over her interior.



?you left,? is the indisputable proclamation that shatters the momentary silence that had encompassed her enclave as a result of her sister?s abrupt invasion, her vocals methodically cloaked in total monotony. her mismatched gaze flees the petite form of her sibling in favor of the skull at her feet, her pupils purposefully lingering upon novocaine?s discarded eye as she contemplates the extent of the wrath her newly-returned sister would be forced to face for her prior transgressions. gone was the merciful tyrant of the past; the deity is no more than vendetta personified as of late.