Jun 2
3 min read
Tell Me Your Bloody Dreams
The trees have eyes. Maggie’s counted the steps from the back porch to the edge of the forest before. Bright blue shoes. 179 steps. Dark brown boots. 162 steps. Back and forth. Back and forth. Walking swiftly and silently, her grandmother’s words whisper through the wind.
You will want to murder one day. It’s in our blood.
