by breathwords | Feb 10, 2018 | Drink In the Dark, Extended Exhalations
She pricked her finger on the spindle of your thorns, fell prisoner to your irascible temper and lying eyes, the jewel in your own vainglorious crown, locked up behind the rage of daunting nights She felt you reach out for her to hold your mad hands as if to save her...
by breathwords | Jan 30, 2018 | Wicked Words
