Michelle Bitting: The Great Fire
When plague grips a grand city in its pitch and airless
fist, flames bore holes in flesh that the rats sing
sweetly through.
September 21, 2022 · 7 Comments
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When plague grips a grand city in its pitch and airless
fist, flames bore holes in flesh that the rats sing
sweetly through.