Literature
Sorry for what?
Last night, I looked out side into the cascading snow.There, stooped on a mound, was a creature. With arms and legs like any man but it was just too frail. Its shoulder blades looked close to tearing out of the pale mesh that served as its skin. Each rib was defined to a grotesque degree. It sat there, stark naked in the cold as snow covered its hallow shoulders.its face was hidden by its hands and what they held.
I covered my mouth at the sight of this morbid creature. As I did so, said creature presented its face to me.Slowly his body unfurled as he turned on the loose snow covered mound. lowering his hands and what they held.
