Chained Dolls Prose

Time and I have a plan to sculpt the next masterpiece. I’ll do the writing and he’ll provide the design I need in order to spill blood upon Winter and hailstones upon Summer. Broken flesh bleeds ink no longer connected with a feather for my freedom comes with death.
Freedom Copyright © 2017 Anna M. Asbury

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