Stand just here and indulge my snow-struck heart for a moment. Hold my hand so tightly our pitiful flesh loses all meaning; then and only..
You won’t find it in any sweet, coated capsule or pricey elixir. It can’t be grown in even the most manicured garden, and I daresay..
You asked me once how I came to be such a stone-hearted seductress, a wanton wanderer who would forever be bride to devil and wife..
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..
In my darkest, most indulgent moments, I yearn to birth a great, long-tongued demoness into this world. She would be conceived on an Autumn evening..
My poorly painted eyes snapped open, breaking the crusty seal of tears and mascara, and I held my breath until my ribs ached. Yes, this..
Just after dusk when, but for the trees, the snow and sky seem as one, I squint to see your twisted horns in my woods...
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