© 2009 prickofthespindle.com
I opened the door, and she pushed them into my arms, which were weak, so one fell out, onto the floor, but she said, they have skin, you’ll peel it, you’ll eat it.
drama. . . . .
. . . . .articles. . .
. .poetry. . .
. .fiction. . .
. .nonfiction&reviews. . .
. .interviews. . . . .
about. . .
. .contact. . .
. .submit. . .
. .links. . .
. . archives. . . . .