Symbollica The'Bat
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Your Arms
bitter cold outside banished by the magic of your arms around me
By Symbollica The'Batabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Morning is for Mourning
"I dunno. Maybe, " I choked down the tears in my eyes, "maybe it would be healthy to mourn it. "I was in that well for so long," I crane my neck to the sky, arching away from the fire I've built. I'm still in so much pain. Honestly I couldn't even believe how much pain I was in, being trapped there.
By Symbollica The'Bat2 years ago in Fiction
Well, well, well. Content Warning.
I keep searching for the house. Your eyes eventually get used to the light bouncing up off the white everywhere-- or so they tell me. My lungs sting with the dry frozen air as another blast of wind throws powdery snow up at my face.
By Symbollica The'Bat2 years ago in Fiction
Well, well. Content Warning.
I keep searching for the house. Your eyes eventually get used to the light bouncing up off the white everywhere-- or so they tell me. My lungs sting with the dry frozen air as another blast of wind carries the powdery snow up at my face.
By Symbollica The'Bat2 years ago in Writers
