The night was as black as it was long Interminable and frigid and all encompassing His body was being slowly taken over by the cold He felt his flesh die as the cold gripped his heart   Then…a...

As the pleasures of beauty fade away With laughter that follows on the runway Her fleeting dream takes flight, To be consumed by something not right.   Wrinkles replaced with soft, fair skin Prettier...

  You know that feeling, y’know, the one? when fingers (though, not quite) dust down your spine frigid, with that sort of delayed shock that leaves you in screams and coils only...