The Hall Where The Little Feet Patter
I and he, they and we, together we fought the demon residing in me There were potions, there were tears, all and more to break my fears I am me, reclaimed, no more vertigo on the ground nor in the sound If my nightmares veil what’s actual and true, and I slip into a coma … Continue reading The Hall Where The Little Feet Patter
The Only Six Pack I Have 