June 12, 2024, 07:44 PM
Her smile was sharp, bitter. Broken glass pressed into her gums in the shape of teeth.
How poetic, this justice.
No hello? A thank you?She sat at the mouth of the den, letting light stream past her and obscure her features besides the glint of her eyes.
You will wish we killed you, caribou man.Doe tipped her head up.
Do you know what I am?
How poetic, this justice.
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all the days of our delights are poison in my veins - by Vairë - June 09, 2024, 03:45 PM
RE: all the days of our delights are poison in my veins - by Sun Eater - June 12, 2024, 04:31 PM
RE: all the days of our delights are poison in my veins - by Vairë - June 12, 2024, 07:44 PM
RE: all the days of our delights are poison in my veins - by Sun Eater - June 13, 2024, 07:08 PM
RE: all the days of our delights are poison in my veins - by Vairë - June 13, 2024, 09:14 PM
RE: all the days of our delights are poison in my veins - by Sun Eater - June 27, 2024, 01:34 PM