Bestowing Her Grace

by Michele Rocha You’re lucky I’m so fucking evolved or you would be dead by now My well-mannered cultured well-bred Lady would not risk the scandal of having the town stumble over your rotted... read more

His Many Bloody Ends

by Michele Rocha How many revenge plots have I hatched Drew into life through tortured pain How many times have I hacked him to death Drowned him Pulled his heart out and stomped it Had him drawn and... read more

Anger

by Michele Rocha The smell of anger Hot and humid as the storm breaks moves and bellows through the atmosphere Blood is in this anger’s scent in the anger’s trail the wake of all the unexpressed... read more