Lorreina Guyett

Vignettes

Bad Dream

By Lorreina Guyett 5 years ago

The smell of burnt flesh never quite leaves your nostrils, it stains everything inside you

Apocalypse 47

teaspoon~
:guitar: 'Tar (Brodie)
Cricket (Jenny)
Trey (He/him)
Vacay Dad [AS] (Dad/Dad)
MusicBot

Wastes “This place is shit. There’s nothing to eat unless it’s radioactive or it’s trying to eat you back. There’s no shelter left because everything has been knocked down or blown up. And yet... it’s home.”