short story

Perfect Villain-Post Ten

The Road a twisted serpent lay t’wixt home of blessed hope and the final tie where night confines the day. There in that shallow shadow of twisted moment’s thought Red was green and fell between with some memories he’d brought. He, chaste lover, ┬áconfidant of clowns, sadly sinking. slowly keeling. simply drowns. While he dies …

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