My bound hands and the Litany of wrongs; was I Your evil twin? The Leering grin of the Executioner above Forces me to think. Our
Mirror on the wall, Whose gaze chills my spine? Strangest Face, surely not me.
Kitten dreams mayhem, Babadook dreams flowers, bliss. My eyes, don’t trust ‘em.
“Deathless, Tearless, Fearless, My, Shamshael.” “Burning still, will you always, will I.” “Now, always was, ever is, never will not be, Shamshael.” The heat suffused
My everyday life, Descending minor thirds, chime On ominously
We drove on and on into the desert, the sun setting behind the Bacatete mountains. Jon had explained that we were going to see his