and all below
and their sadists
and perversions
the skill thereof
of the fallen
Run while you can
 
The eyes lanced and every nerve touched with delicacy, minute twinges, a crowd of silhouettes deep in obscurity pulling the threads and twisting the eyesight. Animal torture taken to a new level of purgation, all the while echoes of Shelly calmly read by a rotting coquette.

CHAINS IN THE ICE

ALESSANDRO FALCONE