Sep 7, 2016
❛ It was in our grasp. ❜ She does not turn to face death when he approaches. She feels him ever looming by even if he makes no sound. A wisp, a shadow, no longer a man but neither a ghost. If she were her old self, his presence would send a different chill down her spine, but now she was a Widow of her own making. The chill is welcoming. Exciting even. Except, satisfaction was not reached, ❛ Arrogant American soldiers. You let it go to your head and the ape bested you. I should leave you behind next time. ❜ ( @corpsebind ❤‘d )
