Spat Out by a She-Wolf
I was spat out by a She-Wolf. I sit in this dilapidated manor, the Lupercal. Vines curl their way up Corinthian columns. Sweet palms sway on the…
“Kindergarten,” “Apocrypha,” and “Fire-Eater”
Kindergarten Blacked out windows, only fake light for the children. Baby blue eyes, those friends of yours they were never here. Now write your…
