Awakening I

Slight of breathless,

    Hands of staring expressions laid tormented bare, Running an unsteadily hollow acreage of hideous fingers over the riddles of her skin, An unspoken calloused eulogy never requiem of her mythical tragedy sung, Evidence portrayed a non linear tale no evil was held libel unto death for... Another worst tantrum dream fear of parents by illicit deviant nature's consent of a dead black conviction has come unintelligibly tear rotten second moral less hand mouth true.

In lieu of our participation in,

Hunting in droves...

For the wrong party!