Friday, March 25, 2016
They're a beautiful crystal blue. Even as the rest of your body melts away and rots and disintegrates, your eyes will stay there for eternity, engraved in my mind until it's my turn for my body to melt away and rot and disintegrate. They're shiny, like glass. Glass eyes... except you have full control over them as you stare at me. Fake glass eyes could never look at me that way. They're cold, but you're warm. Such a stark contrast. It's almost jarring. Almost. I felt sick on the inside, my stomach churning in ten billion directions. Can't help it.