AnonymousShe cries when he is awake and mourns when he sleeps, bleeds from her wounds and chokes on the remnants. The burden is part of her…Feb 12Feb 12
Day OneHis hair were long and dark, like the night that he so often found himself in the middle of. That was the first thing he remembered, first…Jan 3, 2021Jan 3, 2021
Bats don’t stalkThe theater was a gloomy red, interspersed with bobbing heads of people making the sparsely filled seats as a matte pattern of braille…Dec 29, 2020Dec 29, 2020
