{Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.} Where the ideas are burning but the world engulfs you in cold water.
In which they're in love but can't escape their past. THOTLANG 2020 © THE HAUNTING OF. . .
"Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; not a penny was there in it, only ribbon round it." -Unknown She could hear the short gasps and groans from the foot of her bed and she buried herself deeper under the mass of covers that surrounded her. She knew that it wasn't going to leave. It never left. It didn...