Bad Adam February 22, 2021 Ericka ClayLeave a comment What is it for man to tear apart the flesh from the core until all there is left is an undesirable longing to once again be ruby red and glossed all over, more lost than loss at the power of your own hand than his?
Nero’s Candle February 2, 2021 Ericka ClayLeave a comment I couldn’t be brighter if Nero dipped me in wax and lit me in the green of his garden, a human torch aglow, hair and skin and heart melting and sparking meant to snuff me out, but only steering eyes to the force of my fire.