Her Poet's Heart
Life is strange.
She was the only one that ever made this behemoth feel small. She was the only one that ever made this behemoth feel safe.Demons clawed and chewed at me while I slept. Malintent their only joy. My waking hours were spent confused at the wounds inside.Till one day, I no longer recognized who I thought I was.What painful visions before her eyes, as I teetered on the wire. High above an abyss of no redemption and no return.I...