A Tale for the Fire My dreams are made of paper, I cut myself on sleep and the blood is a story written by ghosts. It creeps between the words and lays its touch upon each sentence, preparing the tale for the fire; while I remain in the shadows, watching letters take their first breath, and become characters rising from the burning page to dance round the flames and scream themselves into madness ... Copyright © CW. Hobbs/2013
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 20:47:19 +0000
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