stories and poetry

My name is Helen and I am

 

The dark figure made her way up from the earth, to the over-world, through a crack in the poorly maintained pavement, ripping the slab apart with gnarled and bony fingers, raising herself to her full height and standing in front of the woman, who was peering finally, and delightedly, into the beautifully
hideous face of one-eyed Black Annis.

the child within
 

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I am instinct

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