Citation de Emnia
My brother spat out his soul between his parched, lacerated lips.
In a puff of oily smoke it rose up to the ceiling, hovered a moment in a corner, frustrated of egress. It left a stain, but the nurse and the doctor, when they came, did not notice it.
The ceilings of hospital rooms are stained with the oily residue of souls spat out of dying patients' parched mouth.
In a puff of oily smoke it rose up to the ceiling, hovered a moment in a corner, frustrated of egress. It left a stain, but the nurse and the doctor, when they came, did not notice it.
The ceilings of hospital rooms are stained with the oily residue of souls spat out of dying patients' parched mouth.