I did not mean to
Hit you. You cried for help. I
Offer you secrets,
Forbidden knowledge.
Take your hands off me. I know
Your children sleep. See
My bleeding wrist? We
Can be gods together. Us.
Sirens. Now, I go.
Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
I did not mean to
Hit you. You cried for help. I
Offer you secrets,
Forbidden knowledge.
Take your hands off me. I know
Your children sleep. See
My bleeding wrist? We
Can be gods together. Us.
Sirens. Now, I go.