DanielaIvanova

Hair plastered blotchy brow Torpedo-breath burgeons to blow Air whirrs - leaves crackle - shears the rattling branch clutched in a sweaty, swinging arm an unstoppable arc Eyes pinch shut right before-Slam!Hair brushed away: a modest shower: treebark, skin and dust. Breath released, the club skims listless down hanging target. Fingers test the swing: rockstill A sack of bowels and indifference the maggots keep on chewing on.