The war we face / To let time consume, / Or wield it.
The skeletal man walks / Wing-tip shoed to work.
She reaches up with twisted hands / And wicked claws, glinting sharply.
When he emerged from his den with fur covered in dust and dew, the fox found he was not alone. A great feathered bird with a bill…… Read more “Ouroboros”
Cute girls smoke cigars. / They cough at cigarette fumes