As the water fills her lungs she coughs up red liquid..and finds her self on shore. She feels the shards of glass under her...the sand slices and penatrates her skin..Slowly pulling from the vertigo she sees the Stereo Types again...Gathered around a single corpse thats screams in agony and pain..Wether in anger or hate it points to her and the eyes reveal a friend from times since past. Staggering as if the need to feed was all that drove them they made there way to her. Some thing flutters...A glimsp of crimson...a..a butterfly ? Following it to avoid the crowd shes lead deeper into the skeletons trees. Beckoning calling summoning killing....still she follows the crimson butterflies.....
This is starting to make a story....an insight to my saneity ? A transformer just blew and it sounds very close.....how unique.
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