Mmmm…… don’t drool.
“This one’s burnt,” he said
Picking a toe from the tray
His captive whimpered
Will you walk through the fire?
Mmmm…… don’t drool.
“This one’s burnt,” he said
Picking a toe from the tray
His captive whimpered
Will you walk through the fire?
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Skin crackles and peels
Crispy specter hungering
For a plump bishop
Arctic morn creates
Frozen grass crisp beneath feet
My spring soul crackles