#vss365 #poetry #grimeandshadows #poem
73.1
FIRESTORM
[...] He wants to give her
whatever #warmth there is in him still
enwrap her in the wings of his words
shattered beyond repair [...]
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#wipwednesday
βIfβ had been a dagger pointed at me for too long. Now, it seemed, the time had come for me to bleed. The dream promised in the letter would mean nothing. I would be free. And lost. Just like before.
#GRIMEANDSHADOWS, Mrs. Gabe: A Supernatural Noir
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#GRIMEANDSHADOWS #NOIR #FICTION
"Halfway through the second whiskey, the telephone started to wail. It pierced the rain like an augur foretelling new wounds.
I glanced at the black bakelite monster and waited, hoping it would grow tired. It didn't."
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