She’d wait until dark,
her saints and angels
to guide her.
She thought again of
the fire and magics
nestled in pillows.
With a sigh, she longed
for sleep or
a gentle death.
She’d wait until dark,
her saints and angels
to guide her.
She thought again of
the fire and magics
nestled in pillows.
With a sigh, she longed
for sleep or
a gentle death.