She incubates a voice woven through time from layer upon layer of swallowed words. Fearing a destiny of deafened ears and a lifetime hiding in the hollows of their bones, she saves it for her sisters; a gift of warning brought about through the siege of her body, his fantasies outweighing evidence of bloody stumps where once her wings stood proud.
"When ships break waves upon the horizon, girls, I beg you drown yourselves in dignity and ice, lest the fire of man try to burn everything you are, reducing you to nothing but an offering of fine, soft ash carried from his hands like a whisper in the breeze."
About Callum McLaughlin
Callum McLaughlin is a passionate bookworm, crazy-cat-person in training, and freelance writer based in Scotland. If he isn’t writing his own works of fiction and poetry, he will most likely be found reading someone else’s.