Whislem 1989
Dear, Delain…
Dear, Delain…
Here in the dark, I do wait.
The poetic tale of a little girl named Sophia.
Our hero is swallowed by the darkness.
My name came to me from the darkness of the room, whispered. I cracked open my eyes, wanting to roll over and ignore the invading voice that jerked me from blissful sleep. “Jen,” my brother said. His face was only a dark outline and his teeth barely visible. “Don’t pretend to be asleep.” I laid […]