sickicks

better late than never, eh? this is a weekly feature in which i select ten phenomenal literature deviations that have recently caught my eye. if you have been featured, please :+fav: this journal and read the other works. now, onto the main event— :thumb339473075: "i was called to a bridge by a burning frost fervent as it was obscene, like a broadsword enthralled in the chest of a working class Paul" :thumb339302406: "violated:" :thumb338514797: "smelling burning cane syrup at rumdrunk full moon twilight" :thumb338760619: "If you are even there in the stretch of oceans, across icy miles of bleak black. Do you exist? Are you the