2nd Sex
A blog on sex and virtual worlds by a virtual escort.
Monday, December 6, 2010
There is a wendigo
There is an egg filled with wind,
It spirals in your hand.
It cracks and cackles with delight,
Buoyed by breath of cockatrice,
All hollow, and turned to stone.
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