rain patters on tin
I made my choicesearching the shelvesthe serpents rejoicedI made my choicethe black spine whispered with his voice“know thyself”I made my choicesearching the shelves
A quick response to an old writing prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe.
footsteps are muffled
I may not bathe in the blood of virgins like Countess Báthory
sometimes I feel like something is growing inside me
they came cold and pale
exhaustinghow somemen will keepplanting seeds where grasswas not meant to growever