The Writer 2/4/25 The Writer 2/4/25 Selene “Were my hands cold around your neck? My disgust pulsated through arteries to the tips of my tightening fingers.” Read More The Writer 2/3/25 The Writer 2/3/25 Life Becomes Flesh “Stardust falls on sleeping fawns. Moonlight crowns the night sky in splendor and selenite crystal.” Read More
The Writer 2/4/25 The Writer 2/4/25 Selene “Were my hands cold around your neck? My disgust pulsated through arteries to the tips of my tightening fingers.” Read More
The Writer 2/3/25 The Writer 2/3/25 Life Becomes Flesh “Stardust falls on sleeping fawns. Moonlight crowns the night sky in splendor and selenite crystal.” Read More