She came from under water.
She took me by the hand.
She shoved my head below.
And showed me things I didn't know.
The trees sparkled.
The trees gave fruit.
The trees covered a pond.
That gave birth to new lives beyond.
Her kiss melted my fears.
Her kiss gave me hope.
Her kiss came with subtle pain.
As her teeth transfused new jitters into every vein.
She looked like a blood drifter, but she was darker. And she knew me. Really knew me. She knows I would end the ride. If I could. I feel like a mouse being toyed around with by a cat that knows nothing of mercy. Is that her intention?
Why?
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Secrets from a Church Basement: The Desperate Diary of Fresco Ayers
ParanormalGod won't save your life. But this book might. So says Fresco Ayers, a scientist struggling to save his daughter while protecting the rest of us from unfathomable perils that he helped introduce.
