The further I move them, the brighter the green flames rise. Eating at the wall paint, swallowing the desk, and devouring the memories of abuse. Replacing everything with a fiery vengeance.
Hayes by Andrea Jamilette
The further I move them, the brighter the green flames rise. Eating at the wall paint, swallowing the desk, and devouring the memories of abuse. Replacing everything with a fiery vengeance.