Shaky breaths, afraid and complicit.
The act, the fire.
Fingers grazing skin.
Disbelief. None too little.
The rising of joy through the roots
Sadness draining
Two sphinxes
Staring into a ravine of nothing.
The act, the fire.
Fingers grazing skin.
Disbelief. None too little.
The rising of joy through the roots
Sadness draining
Two sphinxes
Staring into a ravine of nothing.
