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Lisbeth (with mood board)
One more mood board for today. My apologies if it's offensive to some. That was not my intention.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school I couldn’t get up off the couch. Too saddened by the tilt of red sofa pillows. Blessedly there are no eyes in my new apartment. All that blue making me forget. How she told me to thump the vein. Thump. Thump.
LISBETH
In the vampire movie, I’m the kid with the gun. I feel your hands like others feel God, close all the shutters and collect the tire wrenches. Oh my hunger shakes. It's haunting the way my wrists curl around your neck, dripping with the most delicate of charms. At night I cry over your gap-toothed smile, the windmills troubling me as I collect hostile swans. Your breathing making me tremble like a kitten. Mother tells me I look terrible without makeup. In high school I couldn’t get up off the couch. Too saddened by the tilt of red sofa pillows. Blessedly there are no eyes in my new apartment. All that blue making me forget. How she told me to thump the vein. Thump. Thump.
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