Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.
Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.
It spreads like wildfire When fear becomes dangerous Knowledge extinguished
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Poets
He told me to smile I fired back, and what he did Scorched marks on my soul
In her heated gaze Gales of the squall, bind me to Darkened ocean floor _____ Her caress was the Boiling tide, washing away
They burned witches then Now the same people burn books For the same reasons
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” The old man paused to gulp from his tankard of mead, before clearing his throat and continuing.
By M Dannenfelser4 years ago in Fiction
