The Wraith by Tea Solon

haunts at every tick of the clock with every empty words of chaste love comes and goes at any time in broken shadows on tainted walls of the fragile mind feeds on chills in the marrows of the haunted as sharp snow clothes the environs at baleful winter. To defeat darkness is to accept and…

Slope Point by Tea Solon

as the trees at Slope Point that had to endure the violent winds and heavy rains more times than the ripping of calendars allow so that they twist themselves to wherever the gust leads them in order not to get uprooted or die, so are you, my friend, need to stay rooted no matter the…