Irregular Days

When We Were Strangers- She had never been one for words. Stifled by fear, or perhaps simple loathing for what she was, the blacksmith’s daughter rarely made much more than a peep around anyone but her close family. “Go fetch us some bread from the market, Cath.” Her father had said. A simple task to […]

We are talking about tact, With all of your knives pressed flat on my back. I’ve given you all I’ve ever had. So tell me why I deserved to be treated like that. Could you just once open that twisted mouth, And let something even somewhat resembling truth spill out? Still no matter what you […]