Wednesday, November 21, 2012

He dragged his silky gilded tongue across her eyes as she slept. What remained bled through her skin and soaked her dreams. She dreamt in fast foward and awoke with the glimmer of a past life in her eyes. 

Photo credit: Bojana Tatarska
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  1. I Have A Reason to SingNovember 27, 2012 at 10:57 AM

    Hey! You said to give you more short fiction. I think you'll like my sisters blog :D She's got lots of different stuff. :D

    http://originaltitle.wordpress.com/category/poetry/

    If you want long non-fiction :P
    Here's mine areasontosing4.blogspot.com

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