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
She curled up with them, their black and twisted horns catching in her hair and sticking in the back of her mind. She slept soundly, hiding herself in the hollows of their many eyes, warming in the fires of their bellies. Five-pointed stars burned black in the nighttime around her, keeping her locked in the … Continue reading Who Dreams with Demons
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