As you lay this body down, down on cold hard forest ground-- split it open and salt inside, cut out spots where demons hide. Grind the bones to make your bread and forget about your empty bed. A wolf circles-- your quiet crypt keeper to greet this new death like winter's Reaper. Falling leaves will … Continue reading April 2 : Winter
It's said that the circumstances of birth-- the day, the music, the time, even the particular position of the stars far above our heads, leave fingerprints on our newly blossomed souls. When we open our mouths to gulp that first taste of air-- so sterile and electric, Leto swaddles us in a blanket woven by … Continue reading April 1 : Welcome
Hannah. The word rose in her dream like the first rays of sun blooming over the horizon. Soft, pale, cool still in the lingering dark. Wake up. Hannah heard her name echo again but brushed it away like a pesky fly and burrowed deeper into her bed. This dream was too nice. There was a … Continue reading Big Sister/Little Sister
Typewriter Moon 