(no subject)
the whole point of living
shame on you, my pretty.
she looked up like the guilty cur that she was.
her lips quivered slightly before she turned and ran into the forest, the straight path looming like a monster about to devour, the devastating trees were fearful to behold, majestically ancient.
the witch watched on, ebullient, fresh bile rising from her throat with her rough crow.
shame on you, my pretty.
she looked up like the guilty cur that she was.
her lips quivered slightly before she turned and ran into the forest, the straight path looming like a monster about to devour, the devastating trees were fearful to behold, majestically ancient.
the witch watched on, ebullient, fresh bile rising from her throat with her rough crow.