corrina page is a fictional character made up entirely in my imagination. any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is completely coincidental and should be taken as such.
WARNING: The following may contain adult oriented material.
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with open arms and a smiling countenance i embrace you, awaiting the moment when
i can plunge my canines into the soft flesh of your throat and initiate you into my world...
corrina page
putrid music, vile stench. it wafts through the house like rancid air. sensory cross over - it doesn't make sense i can smell these sounds, but i can. if i close my eyes i can feel it like smoke floating over me, too. like a bad hallucination. only i am awake.
last night i found my soul. i'd kept it hidden in a keepsake box along with my miniature high school diploma (laminated for easy wallet storage), a triangular sponge pin, and some hair in a plastic bag. i ate the hair. and pricked myself with the pin. my soul was a blackened shriveled thing - everyone said i had one, but who knew it'd be so ugly and dry. like my humor. or frozen tundra - brittle and cold. i would've eaten it, too, if it didn't look so unappetizing.
before that i picked up another lost soul. and took him deep into the woods. with his blond hair and ashen skin he looked like my soulmate, but he bled profusely and cried almost as much. sucking his chest, i raked his back with my nails - he arched up into my mouth. later in the attic as i lifted boxes and opened lids, i looked at my hands. there underneath my fingers i found my soul - blackened with blood and hardened with time.
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