#atrocitypact

                  time gnaws at this place forgotten by men and all their ilk, awaiting only what dawn may bring in hopes that time shall steady its hand over its cheek. there is stone, there is metal ‘neath the moonlight where the great mother steadies her bare footfalls, her hair falls behind her neck. it is not until a heavy sway of perfume fills the air and one presence is cast off into the shadows. a demon? no. but one who made this night their own. 

So Every girl?