»Gesticulation of right hand
toward a proper-kept seat,
a box of absorbent papers
brought closer, offered.
𝐍aught more is uttered,
though make no mistake : :
This interview has already 𝙗͟𝙚͟𝙜͟𝙪͟𝙣.
𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘–𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒
interviewed for what skillset they
possessed—all athirst for a piece
of privilege that 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄-𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐒 has to offer;
all driven by overwhelming avarice,
highly boastful of their minor achievements»
unpalatable , distressing nothing.
“ My name is Lisa.
I ( … ) ”
The discernible agitation , dactyls
massaging pale temples made her
frown.
“ Are you alright? I have Tylenol in
my bag. ”
»Raised upon perceiving her
gore-decored joint, a fresh wound.
Crystalline eyne shortly met
brunette-she's, fascinated
at how she seem'd to have
more concern over one's
splitting nuisance rather
than her own torn epidermis.
"And, you're bleeding,"
position straightened afore»
𝐈reful bite refusing to release
𝐋-𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏's supercilious overseer's
flesh, fresh blood filling own oral
cavity; the bittersweet it offered
she, a taste so rewarding that
provided further encouragement
to her cacophonous thoughts.
That is, 'til a thunderous strike blemished»
»Of it, restricted lowered
than she could previously.
𝐀 grunt as she turned to look
at where Lena's voice came
from, unkempt platinum blonde
be a chaotic mess over her visage.
If her crystalline eyes could be seen,
they tell a tale of fury, and a hint of arousal.