C.C.:

Whispers A whisper crept through the time lock ‘Relax be as a shadow by my side. Think of life as broth we are the stock Let our juices run and fill the void.’ ‘Do you think this is time?’ I asked. I stirred in the vastness. ‘In smears,’ was the reply. ‘Like the morning after your heart was full and... Sign in to see full entry.