A beautiful piece.
knee deep in her own turmoil weeds cropped up around her like moles and even the raven had a hard time not laughing at her is this really necessary? but if she didn’t bury her ore in the mud, howContinue reading “xxiii. digging a hole”
it was costly to be what she was a toll for a soul, a coin for a nap while the raven’s eye watched soulfully like odin’s, but kinder at least to her –Continue reading “xxii. souls sold in silence”
the day they packed their things, the receptionist wished them a pleasant journey as the bus rolled to a stop outside, but – was she having a pleasant journey? herContinue reading “xxi. just the beginning of the storm”
the raven followed at a distance some days, others she was by her side, still others absent she felt more in tune with her rhythms than Ysolde was and sometimes she envied her she was theContinue reading “xx. build ’em up, break ’em down”