One, two, three. Tickets dispensed, potions made. Slap your hands clean, dip them in hot cauldrons, burn away the remains with poisons. Repeat. Throw in a few clients. Smile and appease, repeat.
Month: July 2019
eL-Tee
You make me stupid smile, and I cannot help it. I want you by my side, fighting the horrors of the world, back to back. But I must let go of your sweet smile, missing you every day.
Chloe Vasquez 