Kerry

Her face wobbles, held up to a mirror of rippling water. The gilded edges glint against glistening pools of fear above her cheeks.   Her face was lit, with a bouquet of roses and coral. Adorned with emerald pearls piercing the fog between them.   Her hands shiver, shaking and stirring mystery which smothers. Skin … Continue reading Kerry

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What do you say when a twelve-year-old asks you if we're dying? Three doors presented themselves. The first stately and indifferent, through which I'd feign disinterest and parade my selective hearing. The second scientific and nonchalant, which promises a cocktail of truth without feeling, shaken not reassured. The final, pulses red and glows pink like … Continue reading 8:40