Kisala

Hello, God, it's just me, Death Here's hoping You are well Most of the souls today are Yours Though a few opted for Hell I called to talk for just awhile My job, You know, is grim I may be cutting to the chase, But I feel my pay is slim I'd like to have a few days off But my schedule's far too full I'd like a brand new, deep black cloak, And my scythe is getting dull To put it bluntly, I rather feel I'm overworked these days These humans are dying far too fast, And this job, it seldom pays Bringing the elderly home to You Is a pleasure for them and me But lately I've carried too many others Across the Stygian sea Young men and women in uni...

SEAL IT WITH A KISS;; Something was off. Her senses were picking up things they shouldn't have, hearing, feeling—Katara came awake immediately. Her eyes snapped open as soon as she realized that she wasn't alone in her bedchamber. Earlier in her sleep she could have sworn she had caught the faint sound of clothing rustling and the whispers of movement; the red silk sheets draped over her torso had slid along her bare legs beneath in the most subtle ways, leaving her to imagine the glide of hands along her skin but non-callused, smooth like the push and pull of water.She'd always been a light sleeper but now being away from home, from the...