Amateur writer that’s experimenting with various topics/genres.
Oh it burns, this hellish wound Your words pierce deep into my soul Bullet holes made by your sound To wreck me, was that your goal?
By Kei Gunn2 years ago in Poets
Ethereal hands stretched out before me. Astonished, I try to move them as if they were my own and realized that they were mine. I focus past the transparent arms and see a decrepit and emancipated old body of a man. His hair had long since gone and he was laying on a bed of straw in a place that amounted to nothing more than a mud house.
By Kei Gunn2 years ago in Fiction
