To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame. Espresso. Writing. Photography. Rambling. Mostly fiction peppered with occasional bits of reality.
day 138 . spoiled and liberated
spoiled by the bastard mirror cut em razor sharp smashed pieces dancing foil hats morning chills aftermath of soiled dreams haunted stars piercing eyes blood gushing noose tied propelled into the air I soar free liberated