An outlaw stand in a pleasant land
In every face see Judas
~ Prefab Sprout ‘Don’t Sing!’ 1984
In every face see Judas
~ Prefab Sprout ‘Don’t Sing!’ 1984
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| Di Profundis ~ Alejandro D'Marco |
The hallway smells of something organic, some form of life giving off its perfume.
You pause in the doorway; this perfume does not come from a bottle.
Everything you know, all your years of training, tell your antennae this is wrong.
The gun in your hand is not a comfort; you don’t remember drawing it.
Shit and Blood’s perfume.
You’ve smelled it before; this particular scent that comes with the presence of hot arterial blood; of exposed interiors and death; you’ve smelled it before but never so removed from the script; it’s always been you who did the spilling; legitimised in the line of duty.
This is different, this doesn’t happen so deep in these suburbs, even if the grudge is that big; the Kulturati carry out their wet business topside.
The fucking witch.
You knew it was a bad idea to bring her inside but there’s no telling Giles how to conduct his business, you’re just the muscle; the hired help.
There’s a nagging something just behind your eye as you move toward the passage that leads to the guest suite, drawn by an almost imperceptible fluttering in the air from that direction.
You pause in the doorway; this perfume does not come from a bottle.
Everything you know, all your years of training, tell your antennae this is wrong.
The gun in your hand is not a comfort; you don’t remember drawing it.
Shit and Blood’s perfume.
You’ve smelled it before; this particular scent that comes with the presence of hot arterial blood; of exposed interiors and death; you’ve smelled it before but never so removed from the script; it’s always been you who did the spilling; legitimised in the line of duty.
This is different, this doesn’t happen so deep in these suburbs, even if the grudge is that big; the Kulturati carry out their wet business topside.
The fucking witch.
You knew it was a bad idea to bring her inside but there’s no telling Giles how to conduct his business, you’re just the muscle; the hired help.
There’s a nagging something just behind your eye as you move toward the passage that leads to the guest suite, drawn by an almost imperceptible fluttering in the air from that direction.
| Prefab Sprout | ||
| Don't Sing! | ||
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