Rin (The Black Bible Barbarism of Adaptation)

Ew wtf

Soft skin.
Warm eyes.
Slow pulse.
Deep breaths.

Our body,
A canvas.
Your brush,
Hot needles.

These scars.
These marks.
Cut across,
Tangled web.

Dark eyes,
Sweaty palms.
Mag loaded.
Now alarmed.

Barrel hot.
Tensions drop.
Pressures rise,
Fear falls.

Within a warm meadow
Of Okinawa hills,
The wind stays stagnant
While the wolves search within.

Echoes within the membrane
Of the carnivorous innuendo,
Rolling onto ant hills
Once the wasp spreads its wings.

Wings once forgotten,
While the wolves bred
And slept.
Adaptation from the memories of
misery and regret.

Reviews

[Ana R]

Leaves for a broad range of interpretations for what is going on here. The beginning has an awesome build-up that is very theatrical (makes sense with your screenwriting background). I would love to see this. I can picture the cuts like a tarantino film. Interesting read.