Grit, grit, I used to call it.I told others, this is me.What I had.Not that long ago, but oh so long.And now I ache, infuriated at my body when I…
Twig snaps, and a heavy foot lands on the greenery.Tendril of smoke, just a little, snakes its way up, up and beyond the canopy…
She watched it start with just a spark, one sharp word, a touch of flint.Up came a gentle tendril, nothing much to mind.Just a tang of bitter…