I am ignited
Boiling in my chest and gut
Burning in, composed out
About the Creator
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The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
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