Aug 23, 2022
5 min read
Seeing Through His Eyes
quite unlike she might’ve guessed . . .
Deadly bolts of dawn hammer Suzie’s slumber as her tortured darkness draws to a crescendo under clenched eyelids. Unwilling to face the day, she grinds away crusted visions with gloved fists wafting nightshade aroma.
Recent reveries rouse her ongoing toxic drip.
