Elena woke with a sharp pain in her chest. She inhaled with a gasp, bolting upright as fire burned down her throat. Her hands grasped like claws, raking at the […]...Read More
My toes have blisters, my socks have holes, This thick skirt won’t keep out the cold, I pass windows framing glowing fires, Carts roll over cobbles, drawn by shires. […]...Read More
