How can you look me in the eye?
“Let me borrow your nose.”
And so it sat back and looked down upon its work, so far below:
London mourned while the cathedral bells intoned, “Victoria is dead! The Queen-Empress lies in state!” Yet Angus…
Need.
Agonizing and relentless.
capillary nectar circulates cuspids — crimson coagulate impregnates the cavitiesof a covetous conjuress, her craving ceaseless’til your…
The town is quiet now they’re all dead. Overgrown grass decorates the houses of the formerly affluent. We pass through silently, all…
fresh out of the kiln for the 13 Days of Dark and Weird Challenge
