bos_to_nrt

...The fluid ran across pages, smearing her scrawl clear to make way for the fire that would eat what was left of her between those covers.
the diagrams and sketched faces on top, to stare them in the eyes as they burned. The cage smeared its black resume, dirtying my hands, as if to remind me later, that I had put it on top to serve one purpose- to let nothing escape as the 451 degree demon I let loose devoured everything, everything in its path...