Resonancy through the bouncing wall
Swirling in red and white and gold and under fake mistletoe
Thaw the ice an explosion
Underneath my bed I convulsed
Me please save the only seat
YOU ARE READING
Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
