Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she waits. Remember how you waited when the nights bled their darkness out like ink, to blacken the days…
She held her breath in a room full of air. She was determined to prove she could control her body, because she was afraid to be a slave to the flesh and bone construct that was created to contain the core of her…
“Into this lonely room so satin and cold Silent eyes are staring Voices calling me to be free…” – REO Speedwagon, Dead At Last Brently Mallard’s fingertips were colder than his wife’s, even though hers had been bloodless for a week. The…
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