in which i put the words i often can't make myself say

In his notebook he would write the story of the lives the people he burried lived. They were never happy tales. The book bled with the chaos of his mind and those gone before him. This was the curse of a gravedigger. © Dusty Parrish 2017 __________________________________________ 100 word pieces... Continuous

i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •