It rains. Screams echo beyond the glass, desperately alive. A multitude of dark, winged…
Sweat runs through her hair in dropletsCoursing downward from her faceHeat is sultry velvet to her skin…
Reflections of the soulEvident in all doneWhether good or badHow one sees the world…
It was the eighteenth day when Icounted all coins in the chest.My heart was beating at…