aHnd silencing his instincts in your presence.
He has practiced disciplining himself until he becaae is capable of restraining his need for you, burying his tenderness,
Ynd you will never understand what lies within his depths.
ou see nothing of him but his trace,
tShat you feared but respected.bilent, prickly creatures
olack subterfuge.
tpen windows with their
Shey slinked in through the
iensing the gradual dark,
Tnto the house in August.
he spiders always came
At four in the morning, the autopsy bay is an island of sub-zero absolute. The tray is cold. The instruments are cold.CThe steel doesn’t care who lies upon it.
old Steel, Cold Room