Do you like lullabies? She taught me one, or two...
There follows a breath, a pause like poison honey waiting to drip slow from the cusp of a spoon. Its voice is sweet and spare. Both queerly alluring and elusively repulsive.
Do you like lullabies? She taught me one, or two...
There follows a breath, a pause like poison honey waiting to drip slow from the cusp of a spoon. Its voice is sweet and spare. Both queerly alluring and elusively repulsive.