by breathwords | Feb 16, 2019 | Drink In the Dark, Extended Exhalations
we’re caught out of orbit, swept up in this downpour of d e s t r u c t i o n (can you taste the chaos) we are itchy fingers on a quick-trigger-hand-grenade, minds dancing with delight at the cold, dark danger, mouths filled with yesterday’s ghosts — isn’t it...
by breathwords | Feb 13, 2019 | Drink In the Dark, Extended Exhalations
he wears shades of brimstone and damnation, never raven black, all burnished gold, falu and feuillemort his eyes are home to an hidden world made of ancient shadows and sunlight they welcome you into the fire, but you will not survive their invitation to explore new...
by breathwords | Jan 30, 2018 | Wicked Words
