I shall not be freed.
Author Archives: WritesofPassage
Red Giant
The fog did not frighten nor did the storm sweep all away. Almost not all.
T’es laide!
Three minutes before this moment, I was strong. Now I was reduced to a shrunken mass of nerves.
Little Hands
The enormity of her circumstance settled around me as if her choice had been my own.
Protest Song
Our armour may blend into the night—but black is stark against light.
