There is a placeKnown and solidA family, a homeTranquil, secure.
In The Branches
The boy facing the wall
“The sharp swallows in their swerveflaring and hesitatinghunting for the final curvecoming closer and closer —
I could stand where I stood.
I hear you crave a coven girl,a dark mistress to warmyour petty soul,but do you know of what you ask?She will not coddle you like…