Saint Allie Rodriguez the Martyr

She takes a long drag from her dirty cigarette, delicately hanging in her mouth between two full, but dry and blood-stained lips, then looks up at you with eyes so dead you could swear you stood beside her in Hades. The cig dances up and down as she speaks, threatening to fall out, but never does, “You know, I’ve been dealing with ’em longer than I can even remember. In my earliest memories, my family and I were being terrorised by Continue reading

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