Faded Fantasy (публикации за 8 июня 2018)3 читателя тэги
R/F/
Perhaps we should love ourselves so fiercely, that when others see us they know exactly how it should be done.
A/S/
Your hand found mine.
Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.
Oh, my carpenter,
the fingers are rebuilt.
They dance with yours.
They dance in the attic and in Vienna.
My hand is alive all over America.
Not even death will stop it,
death shedding her blood.
Nothing will stop it, for this is the kingdom
and the kingdom come.