She grabbed the proper toolswiftly she allowed the blood to fill the pooldraining him of the poison of his thoughts she needn’t worry of being caught as the highest dollmaker no one would ever determine him an imposter cold as if his skin was already porcelain she placed her lips on his, a hand onContinue reading “The highest dollmaker.”
I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
