fotograffiti88's blog: "Written Works of a Druknen Irishman"

Angel Born Breathing through jagged rips in my crumpled paper flesh; she turns to face the speeding juggernaut of bladed wings that tears through everything she ever was. Confetti rain for the parade of heartless firbolg as her granite heart shatters beneath their death grip talons. Plasmatic and ethereal wraith of vindictive execution; another angel is born.