On these longest days when my wire-limbed shadow stretches on for miles, when I walk on the ground a little harder in hopes of turning..
For all of my Witch’s know-how, I never saw it coming. Her million-beamed, white-as-milk but sharp-as-tungsten-needles fem-force of holy destruction pierced my butter-soft skin from..
Let this fever work its nasty magick. I am surrendering to this persistent boil and sinking deeper into my own, personal swelter. May this fresh..
Tonight, I have set aside my demure ways in the name of blood justice, decidedly leaving my black frills and red jewels in a heap..