digging insanity.

And so they dug..
they kicked and screamed and dug..
until there was soot and debris perpetually stuck underneath their fingernails,
they kept digging to very depths of her heart until -
ice.
solid, cold, ice.
it was all they found.
"my God, she's an angel.." whispered one of the men.
an angel of the devil himself..
she flutters and flits around his pitchfork,
dances upon his shoulders, and swims between his teeth,
but the choreography of her limbs is too sinful to look away..
"we must remember the ice.." disrupted the other man.
ah yes, she is venom and her heart is ice.
solid, cold, ice.