A moment of horror.
Pluck the morsels of her maybes, wrap a worm around her daisies, rot the knot and dark shall lick her, furl her last uncurling finger, bellow madly chirped the maggots, death's a most ungodly habit.
A young woman coping with PTSD grapples with separating reality from fiction leading to deadly consequences.
Do you know those nights after giving a good concert that are full of good vibes? Well, it wasn't that night.