You keep my heart dependent, bare-foot and pregnant with wishes red and yellow. Wrap me in cello phane to keep me preserv-ed; you can’t risk losing my head to my heart. Dummy, you rely on my right mind to keep us both safe.
He is a liar. “Now that I know you,” the Scorpion had sworn, “I can never unknow you. Should you ever leave me lonely, I promise I will not live.” But he is still breathing, five thousand miles away, brooding beneath the rolling grey skies that belong to my darling seaside city. I often imagine hisContinue reading “His Oath Fulfilled”