smile The Banshee and the Mermaid. Ginger and I will be free to scour off the banshee's slimy funk, drive out all her foul echoes, and transform my body back into its former palace. Continue Reading
poetry I Am the Daughter of a Murderer. {poetry} She put on her veil, covering her berserk celestial face, gliding through the streets of ruin with no resting place of happiness or joy. Continue Reading