Third of the Clock: A Short Story
The world makes a tide of my blood; Everytime it bleeds, I bleed out, unable to stop the world....
Read MorePosted by Natasha Rick | Sep 17, 2024 | Fiction |
The world makes a tide of my blood; Everytime it bleeds, I bleed out, unable to stop the world....
Read MorePosted by Natasha Rick | May 20, 2024 | Poetry |
Entire night spent collecting my thoughts. Contemplating on what I know and want.
Several moments when I lift up my head.
The dizziness spreads. The dizziness spreads.