Black water diaries: The boy of babland
I gnaw at bone as I wait, holding wasps above a candle, I do not hear machines whine of their rust outside,
Not yet,
Father does not exist without a sirens ribbon keeping scent attached,
I've not invited her in, the boy has no devil to hold at night,
Father brings him an...
Not yet,
Father does not exist without a sirens ribbon keeping scent attached,
I've not invited her in, the boy has no devil to hold at night,
Father brings him an...