The doctor
The doctor is rapid in his maneuvers stabbing, tugging, stuffing its ugly liver on the limo’s leather seats.Who questions him? Not the cop. He stops traffic to wave the driver past.
The doctor is rapid in his maneuvers stabbing, tugging, stuffing its ugly liver on the limo’s leather seats.Who questions him? Not the cop. He stops traffic to wave the driver past.
My mind skipped over Forks and found the center. In this place, My mind It Helps me.
I. Closed System In a corner of a room Gray blasts my window frames. My body slumps And eyes clump under Towering walls.