Contention "Picking over bones"
Contention "picking over bones" Old hag in the black of night gnarley fingers wriggle with delight she is the hag of contention feeding off of the bones we pick... Woman: "I hate you!" (because I've loved you so much) "You hurt me! It's all your fault!" (because I can't see beyond this pain which is bigger than both of us.) "Aiiheeeee..." Squeals the hag in delight. "You left the door wide open, and the smell of your poison is intoxicating to me. He said, she said, hahahahaha.. Yes my dearies... Sign in to see full entry.