ivory simone

Savage Perfection

There are times when we turn the corner of a busy street
to find ourselves ambling down an unfamiliar alley.

We are drawn there by primal forces, terrifying and unforgiving, to learn secrets hidden in the morrow of our bones.

With great violence we are bashed, pummeled, kicked and stomped until pounding pain and the taste of blood in our mouth is all we know.

It's a moment of savage perfection—the dizzying descent into the valley of unimaginable suffering; formed by the bodies of the m

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