That instance could have taken lives; the car was so close to our apartment building that it melted the siding off of the building.
Moonless nights equate to injecting wormwood into the inner canthus of his orbital flesh. An iritic burning will culminate into a strength, built seemingly from months of torque and twisted to the likes of which most could never in their wildest hellish nightmares concoct. Tears become blood and blood becomes fire. He looks up andContinue reading “Moonblaze”
In the eight minutes it could minimally take a double-wide mobile home to incinerate completely into a “was,” I would have written a sonnet for Ifrit, detailing the lavish cracks, pops, and whirring of heat pressure reaching out at my face like a newborn in its first months.