I'm a king out of time, a T-Rex unfrozen when nothing is mine. I walk down the streets just eyeing the treats, but the little food shrieks
By A. S. Lawrence2 years ago in Poets
Philomena fidgeted with the locket around her neck. Made of well-polished silver, it showed two round buttons, one red and one blue.
By A. S. Lawrence5 years ago in Fiction
