The heads were all around her. She touched one, curious, wondering if it was real. Her fingertips brushed a massive jaw. It felt real enough. The bone was smooth beneath her hand, cold and hard to the touch. She ran her fingers down a tooth, black and sharp, a dagger made of darkness. It made her shiver.
Im looking at you right now.
And stealing my fucking soul.
my dance style ranges from white dad at a barbecue to stripper whose rent is due tomorrow