eyes, like dark wings, lethal in the night, flash and flicker across the vacant room of his face
eyes, like dark wings, lethal in the night, flash and flicker across the vacant room of his face
real self
real self
head bent, hair a blob of curled confusion, the colour of crusted blood in the heat of the morning sunshine
head bent, hair a blob of curled confusion, the colour of crusted blood in the heat of the morning sunshine