ms thucker, martha (flyingcarousel) wrote,
ms thucker, martha
flyingcarousel

...like incipient wings

He lets his fear and depression flood the room, and turns them into shades of gray skies, misty windows, caked blood, ragged scars, broken glass and the muddy quality of day-old coffee.
 
He’s invincible, but he doesn’t know it yet.
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