Pamela Todd

What if the Second Coming has already come, and those fearful faces, expecting judgment to rain down from the tormenting skies (lifting the raptured...

How unpromising you seemed: frostbitten, forlorn, blanketed in snow. Dead leaves humped and left to rot in a forgotten corner of the garden...

Dearest instar, Larva of my own heart, You, who have never been comfortable in your own skin: For days, I have watched you gnawing your way through my garden,...