• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 12

3D Twister

The arrow had spun
Pointed to blue
Claimed by his hand
Wrapped around thigh
Spying the gap

Spin again they cried
The sculpture of flesh
Contorting as they reached for colour
The dangling red
Snared by a spiked heel

With every twist
Stockings tore from skin
Shimmering in the hazy light
Limbs claiming wanton limbs
Reaching ever closer

The spinner never stopped
Watched by eyes, devouring movement
Wondering if they too
Dare join in, give themselves up
Become meat and eat each other