Poppy, a flower blooming from hell in large tracts, swaggers with the aura of death, and has a beautiful face, weak and cruel.
The poppy-like girl secretly performs cruel blood sacrifices in the darkness, licking their sweetness and soothing her own wounds.
So what if the truth has nothing to do with her?
The depths of her soul had long been rotten, and she had committed an unforgivable sin against herself.
The path of life and death of the dark girl who kills people to sacrifice to heaven.
When I was 14 years old, I scribbled this story in a notebook. Childish, obscure, dark, ugly, heart-cruel days that are unbearable to witness.
Modified slightly.
Still short. Very short.
Conception: