No. 3 · Derailed
On the Road of Black Thread
The shadows split, like her gown, in the darkness surrounding her tomb. Where she walks on iron circles. Waiting for his eyes to break her like…
No. 3 · DerailedShivering like a Pinned Butterfly
She can’t hide in this desert. It’s too bright. Though she tries. Curling tighter and tighter, every morning, against the wind. But the sun never fails…
No. 6 · Salem CemeteryUnder a Cracked Moon
Sarah entered the cemetery on bared feet, each step marking time to chime of church’s bell. One. Her sisters were hanged. Two. By men who wouldn’t…