all the broken chords and unnamed cries

Pink, Violence

“And the first contact, the girl’s bones seem to break with a creak like a cluttered collection of domino stones, the skin broke up a pale sweat, her eyes filled with tears and her entire body exhaled a lugubrious lament and a vague smell of mud. He felt then taken by air. Reaching a state of almost prophetic inspiration, where the heart  collapsed in a storm of tender obscenities that entered the girl’s ear and out the mouth of it translated into deeds.”