Thief of Stars
December 4, 2019
I am the reflection of a star on the dark glass of the river just before dawn breaks.
I am the reflection of a star on the dark glass of the river just before dawn breaks.
For B. I. Grief is an animal, slouching behind the bolted door in your soul’s bleak and darkened house – ranging around with muddy paws and ragged claws, dragging the covers off the bed, off of your chest and thrashing through the cold ashes left by the fire gone cold in the hearth of your … More Grief is an Animal, Slouching