Lycanthropic (Poem)
At twelve she starts growing fur and fangs, watches hair poke through skin like new-grown grass; lets her spine bend to breaking point and hides herself under baggy jumpers. At […]
At twelve she starts growing fur and fangs, watches hair poke through skin like new-grown grass; lets her spine bend to breaking point and hides herself under baggy jumpers. At […]
You waited forever for those tickets, bought with three months of Saturday work at the record store. That was where you met. In fact, you have the men on the […]