A figment and fragmentary, looking through the water of desire, Terence sighed when the shiver hit him.
She appeared. Her small round face plunged into the candle light. "Tell me," she said.
The Cold Hand on My Neck
Somewhere he lies cold and wet.
She was afraid of him when she saw his teeth and the hoods of his eyes.
I Can't Say it Really Happened
She stepped into the flame and stood still within it.
And Then A Spider
When I dream I am in the country...looking for a young girl. A letter from Lucinda Vox.
Can You Ever
Something degenerate, lodged in a musty flat -- his eyes are hungry.
Even Though I Saw the Snake
Eat the fruit anyway.
A horse, a dream, gausy breeze.
We three weave tales of mystery and woe. Some things are revealed, much remains a secret.
Commune with Us
Transmit your spirit messages through the ether. We will hear you. We may respond.
Along Zalandra Terrace
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