terrors (Remove filter)
Her eyelids finally met that night, as they were about to conceive that beautiful child called Sleep
There was a rattle in her bones as the Sandman whispered in her ear
"There will be no rest for the wicked and the dammed, My Darling, My Dear.
So what the Hell are you doing here?"
She never slept again.
Wednesday 16th March 2016 6:38 pm
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on EVEN THE OLIVES ARE BLEEDING
2 hours ago
Bre Mae on Love & nature
5 hours ago
Auracle on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
7 hours ago
Auracle on I SUPPORT GENOCIDE ACTION I OPPOSE PALESTINE ACTION
8 hours ago
Auracle on Unlearning...
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I.D.F.
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SUPPORT GENOCIDE ACTION I OPPOSE PALESTINE ACTION
19 hours ago
David RL Moore on Beirut 96.jpg
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Slowed down observations
20 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Recipe for Disaster
20 hours ago