Parasites – N.R.Shepherd

I'm on display in this snow-globe of calamity. Confetti of written emotions blow around the room. A blizzard of flies swarm my body; I'm breaking down. I can hear the rats scurry the tile and soon the dying of my love... the decomposition of my damnedest efforts... will draw them up the bedside, only to … Continue reading Parasites – N.R.Shepherd