The One

She is innocent. But how are they to know? of the ones she’s taken? of the blood she’s shed, and the fear she’s brought? How are they to hear with deaf ears? the wolf that howls the wind that whispers How are they to see with blind eyes? the coldness that consumes the darkness within… Continue reading The One

Erotica – A gothic Story

Without even knowing his name…. I got this boring admin job for a company. The pay was alright and because I didn’t have to deal with the public I could wear what I wanted. I just don’t feel comfortable in anything other than my long black dresses or sometimes my leather pants and a laced… Continue reading Erotica – A gothic Story