Tag: fiction

th devil in the line does she speak to you with lies

summer and the return of stonewalled sensations

solar baked pilgrims dream of sand burials

pulped realism in the wake of jelly legs

questional vibes summer until you feel otherwise

heartily satisfying games of death and demise oh what fun spring is turning out to be

a little lost but not to worry will be on track shortly

all that shimmers is not gold but glass cannons dismebowelling the vessels of mankind

a conspicuous scratch on the wall of the heart just deep enough