The future is a curious thing and many a day I find myself gazing into my looking glass pondering what will be and what has been. At one point what has been was what is, and what will be. Confusing I ...
As the pale skeletal looking girl hunkered down in the hole she had dug in the ground, she appeared to be a farrel creature. Her nails cracked and bloodied, her skin torn and rough, she was a surv...
Also an old daft I'd meant to finish, but never did. A drastic change of events happened between the writing of most of this poem and now. While I was thinking about marriage, she was thinking about b...