everything is unchanging and yet it changes so much alone here with the blood stained hands licking them clean as though i have done nothing wrong the beautiful blackness of the perfectly shaped orbs round and loving the way they never shunned u or said “you aren’t good enough for me” they love u consistently… Continue reading The Inevitability
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Friend or Foe
The woman gazed into the smoke from the musky incense that burned before her. She went into a trance, and relaxed her entire body. Soon, she was in a misted meadow, sitting under an elm tree.