In the Drawing Room

Playing the piano
Venturing deeper into the wilderness
Vacant eyes that cannot see
The air was singing. The frost was stinging

Water trickled down their faces
Blood flooded from their mouths

Wordless whispers
From a revolving world of ice

They sat like a collection of statues at Madam Toussaud’s
They get their revenge. They snapped their prey in two.


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