Letting Life Lead
She torched them alive.
The Hansels and Grendals would endure in tales as innocent boys while her name faded.
“I shall roast them all,” she vowed until the last.
Vulnerable on main
My personal stories and musings
Find BIG inspiration in the little moments
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Confessions of a White Trash Hoe