BROKEN WINGS
Today I cried. I cried because I could feel the hard, solid, shell I have spent decades plastering around every…
Stalked by Demons | Guarded by Angels
Today I cried. I cried because I could feel the hard, solid, shell I have spent decades plastering around every…
For many decades, I wondered why on earth anybody would, or could, run a blade across their unscarred skin, and…