grow the thorns on your skin, rise the blades in your eyes, an | Draft Piles
grow the thorns on your skin, rise the blades in your eyes, and stand against the world; the one that have taken her away and imprisoned her to wilt in the burning cages— the one that have taken your little one.
A pile of drafts, scribbles from @storyhunter28 (plz credit me if you wanna cite something :3). They're mostly idle scribbles, flash of images, dash of thoughts. Like small sweets or treats from grann...
