Apr 30, 2009 18:52
And thus the levy that had held her thoughts from her mouth broke, and forth spewed a flood of words too old. They could not be interrupted, and slid out with quavering gasps and fell into a sick heap in front of her. Spent, and a glance at the intended recipient knocked her. It was clear that rather than to have been considered, the fermented message had been refused. The ears swum with wine and the eyes could not be looked upon, for something had captured them, lacquered them yellow-red, giving them a quality that too loudly suggested she was already dead and bare.