Let someone other than she, she decides, take the rap for causing an embarrassment of witches. My sorrow is my castle. She winks, and fifteen miles away, some car runs over a cat. Simple earthly mechanics.
You have to sing but not too much. You have dance but not too much. You have to help but not help. You have to access their confidence but not too much. You have to be honest but not too honest.
There are a lot of them when I can't even say your name then I lay down in a heap of heavy sighs and the night presses me under itself like a lonely widow dressed in black
would you rather fight every living human or check the signal chat? it's a toss-up every time a dissection of the risks involved in what started as a discussion group and quickly became the war of words you scream to the universe
