It’s like condemning the sky for being blue; though never spoken, your name flits through my head, like a bird Continue reading
Confronted throughout the really remained to stuff out The rather putrid of the matter was a gelatin effect still Continue reading
The sands came every year, the sound of clashing swords and the sweet, orange smell of fire tangled in their Continue reading
You wouldn’t believe it if you saw me, Calling upon Saint Letticia of Bloody Heels. Me with the straight and Continue reading
Inspiration for Day Five of NaNoWriMo.