spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
I saw a dark, poorly-lit room with a cracked cement floor and peeling wallpaper and in the center of the room stood a cage. The cage was like an old-fashioned bird cage. It was covered in layers and layers of dried blood, some fresher… Continue Reading “Vision of the Heart”
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