figments
I was born tiny, naked and sticky and shivering behind a girl’s watercolor lips somewhere inside another girl’s dream. The dream was of school, then of a pool…
And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests,…
There’s something in your closet. There’s something underneath. Don’t search for it I beg you, Or sharp you’ll find its teeth
Dear Readers, What scares you? Think about it. What makes your heart skip a beat? Or do double duty on the way home in the dark? What keeps…
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