Needles and overflowing sinks to start the week.
This is not easy, watching her run from the demons. The hold is strong. He is wicked jinn. She is blindly submissive; a bit cunning, enjoying the games. They're dangerous, babe. My lids are heavy. My brain churns thoughts. I run for home, spooning with dog. Exhaustion. I am aggressive and stalwart. She said … Continue reading Wicked Jinn