Making An Angel
Making An Angel
This one I had cleaned, gutted and had made into a new piece of art. When I met him he was wearing a gauze cream colored shirt with metal loops sewn in. He also did a horrible make-up job. I saw him standing there with his back turn to me and that’s when I decided he needed wings of blood. A new piece to create. Taking him home was easy. Talking him into shackles was layered with licks, kisses, and hard nibbles. After the deed was done the laced drink he sucked down like air. He was never fully in his mind when I started drawing into his skin with the exacto blade. He moaned softly, it almost seemed as though I was cutting the wings out of his body instead of into his flesh. His back was bathed in red with deep cuts to show outline of feathers occasionally accented by the bones of his ribs. He was someplace else the entire time and his euphoria dripped into my palms. It was an incredible canvas, I must say, and I even signed my work punctuated by severing his spinal cord. He left a sweetly parted look on his facial features. I let the rest bleed out. Cleaning off the remains of his once angelic life but never disturbing the true work of those dark wings. I had done well for my first time making an angel.
This one I had cleaned, gutted and had made into a new piece of art. When I met him he was wearing a gauze cream colored shirt with metal loops sewn in. He also did a horrible make-up job. I saw him standing there with his back turn to me and that’s when I decided he needed wings of blood. A new piece to create. Taking him home was easy. Talking him into shackles was layered with licks, kisses, and hard nibbles. After the deed was done the laced drink he sucked down like air. He was never fully in his mind when I started drawing into his skin with the exacto blade. He moaned softly, it almost seemed as though I was cutting the wings out of his body instead of into his flesh. His back was bathed in red with deep cuts to show outline of feathers occasionally accented by the bones of his ribs. He was someplace else the entire time and his euphoria dripped into my palms. It was an incredible canvas, I must say, and I even signed my work punctuated by severing his spinal cord. He left a sweetly parted look on his facial features. I let the rest bleed out. Cleaning off the remains of his once angelic life but never disturbing the true work of those dark wings. I had done well for my first time making an angel.