March 2009
2 posts
An Immigrants Prison
It was a strange feeling. Analu had never felt this way before and he wasn’t sure what to do with the knots and tangles that grew from within his stomach and made their way up is throat. He could imagine a rose bush starting as a small seed deep within his stomach and quickly growing throughout his body with the thorns ripping through his internals every inch as the rose looked for sun...
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