His favorite escapade was to stand on the narrow bone-white porch and watch the world ripple open. Claws of flame unfurled around stone, around the spaces that couldn't close. His face quivered like a lake. He looked away, encrusted by the dry blood of a false world.
Daily Apocalypse
His favorite escapade was to stand on the narrow bone-white porch and watch the world ripple open. Claws of flame unfurled around stone, around the spaces that couldn't close. His face quivered like a lake. He looked away, encrusted by the dry blood of a false world.