We palmed light and closed our hands- a fist to brawl.


    It which slides your self away; It which holds your hand and strolls you along.


    Leaving behind: your feet, your legs, your arms, your nose, your eyes, and lastly


    Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    You.


    Yet, we brawl through it.


    Light chains our self.


    Keeping a foot on the trail


    We hike through the blog of black night.