misereres:

queencarrie:

modern day greek mythology → the sirens as a girl gang of serial killers (1/2)

they tear the pavement with chrome horses, screeching tires and noxious fumes; stomping about in thug boots. they sing for their supper, in more ways than one. luring men to their doom, bullets to the brain, hacking limbs, garroting, disembowelment, decapitation. they are virtuosos in their art. bones crack between jaws. crunching, crunching, crunching. sometimes they snap them in half to suck out the marrow. they fill themselves to bursting, leaving heaps of corpses in flower starred meadowes.