Crimson-coated petals drifted from grimaced cracked lips, budding and blossoms tearing pale hollow skin to breathe, Flesh broken like a fractured mirror. You do not choose who you befall, who adorns your heart and wrenches your lungs asunder. It is the curse and gift of love, profound unyielding adoration. It is a fa...
Alexander Hamilton and jail should never be in the same sentence. And they never were! Until.. the incident. He did something awful and it landed him in jail. John happened to be his cell mate. Fun.
There had been an outbreak. Of what? Nobody knew. People called them all different things but everyone knew for sure that they were people. They were dead. Definitely. No doubt. At least...they should be. But they could walk and if you weren't one of them? Theyd find you. And rip you to shreds. ~~~ John knew it was ho...