Reflection
The reflection that isn’t there. The reflection that hides. If it began to stare, what would you do? To look at you and twist it’s head, thinking what, you wonder. Do you look tasty, a nummy morsel of flesh and […]
the written word of j.e. pittman
Reflection
The reflection that isn’t there. The reflection that hides. If it began to stare, what would you do? To look at you and twist it’s head, thinking what, you wonder. Do you look tasty, a nummy morsel of flesh and […]