Sung Home: Chapter Five. {fiction}
One of the older women rose from her chair and strode over to us. Her hair was stringy and greasy like Stinky Boy’s but she looked strong and confident.
Browsing Tag:
escort
Paper Dolls, Paper Nights: Tasting The Dark Of My Shadow Self.
You cannot take the night from me, I tell them with my eyes, the doorways and the blinking neon. You cannot take my steps. Do you not know that I am my own escort?