Your fiery eyes
Burning with scorn and disdain
Scorch my gentle soul.
About the Creator
Lea Waske
I left Vocal last spring to publish "Where the Bush Planes Flew", a memoir & history of a remote northern Ontario FN with Indigenous artist, Saul J. Williams.& "A Yuletide Adventure",3rd in my children's series. (Both on Amazon)
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Ahhh, I felt like cringing from those first two lines. Being on the receiving end of those looks is not fun. Great work!
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