#v. / silver'd in the moon's eclipse ( modern. )

[losmuerte-blog]

          out damned spot! out, i say -- ! 

                   red, red, red. they can smell the metal. man of secrets. man of anger. blood follows behind him like a river. more animal than man, but caged in nicely. tucked under skin and leather. fast bike. fast man. 

          whiskey tastes like rye to reia. she lifts her glass to the man.

                 “let me guess, hermoso, your favorite color might be red --” // @miamifled ( sc. )