The Wailing Woman

… It’s quiet. Is everyone dead? I promise it wasn’t me. This time.

i’m a fighter. in a sort of brave way. it’s not as if i’m never friendly. okay, maybe i don’t go around loving everybody i meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.

I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night. Rough on the surface but you but through like a knife.

This moot has been my ride or die since my very first day here. She’s a sweetheart and an absolute gem. If you ever want a diamond in the rough for an oomfie, she’s your girl.

“You okay?”

“Behind you”