richard siken sentence starters.
richard siken sentence starters.
CRUEL INTENTIONS SEEP FROM HER MOUTH. a facade of sympathy and coyness dance delicately hand in hand ( but she fools no one ) on the smile he swears he can hear. it is true, that there are DAGGERS in his smile but there is POISON on her mouth. and after all these years he never learns. he should have known. there is always a cost to indulgence, a price for greediness overwhelming rationality ; her lips ample, her mouth divine. she tastes of honey and then, then the venom seeps in his bloodstream. he is helpless, by some extent in that moment ——- and then she strikes. THE BLACK WIDOW. teeth bared and sink at his bottom lip, only latching off because she knows he’ll toss her off in this violent embrace.
but she never strays far. they never do, not from each other. she is always within reach, out of boldness and to insinuate spite further from him or daresay affection. then she has the AUDACITY to apologize. he would snarl, but instead a cynical laugh escapes. he knows the color red only by taste. the metallic sting is all too familiar now, it no longer phases him. red is an enigmatic sensation, a fuzziness on the senses that starts slow and emanates an odd warmth before turning sharp and unpleasant. it draws from his back where her claws raked and stains the sheets ( sometimes she’ll tell, eagerly whispering descriptions as best as she can to amuse him ; only because he asks. ) and if they’re unapologetic about these unholy nights, why bother with REMORSE for any part in it … ?
❛ ——— lying little VIXEN. ❜ he sneers, accusation genuine and amusement hidden within the apparent spite ( must they always find a means to QUARREL even beneath the sheets? ) licking his wounds and swiping the rest with the back of his hand before it cakes on his skin. he seizes her by a fistful of her hair to draw her right back, his kisses harsh. he prefers to leave bruises whereas she makes him bleed ; he’ll have his vengeance.