Venom Chic

 

croquis

 

 

This was his weapon, his poem, his link to the otherworlds. He rolled his pen between his fingertips, the croquis was waiting and he was armed, armed and hungry.

   The lines were quick and pure, fingers moving as a magician, images were created as if he was not there as if someone else was manipulating his hands.


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