What I’m Afraid Of, Brian Jerrold Koester
Doug Roy, Midnight Owl, Cut Paper What I’m Afraid Of * My veins will all open at once and blood will bloom with dark dahlias, each petal edged in frost. My freezing breath will burn stone cliffs to nothing but smoke, and the air above them will never nourish even a feather […]
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