Short Tort (Unfinished)

“…sometime the unfinished works are the worst appetizers for the better novels….” Through the tombstones I shall creep, and glare with crimson eyes. In points puddles, my nails shall steep, and shroud my heart with lies. Flesh has rend and fallen down, I drag it where I stride. The smell of rot upon my crown,… Continue reading Short Tort (Unfinished)