The Twisted Ones

by T. Kingfisher

“The good die first / and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust / burn to the socket.”

Bongo is an excellent watchdog, by which I mean that he will watch very alertly as the serial killer breaks into the house and skins me.

This is a perfect description for Gus!

If dogs had religion, Satan would be the UPS guy.

Lmao!

But I had Bongo, and he saved our lives because he is simple and made of nose.)

I made a mental note to buy a new rake. That one belonged to the spider now.

Yup!!!! lol

Appalachian bald.

All the dead are here under the stones.

Keep walking and you’ll walk out of the sky and down the hill down under the ground among the stones among the dead.…

this place this place is weirding this is the weirding under the ground the weirdlings come out to play and then the sun freezes them into stones but they’ll move again when your back is turned.

And through the stone pressing down into the other place the voorish dome under the ground the other place where the dead

go down the hillside out of the sky under the ground through the stone to the gray place

I made faces like the faces on the rocks, and I twisted myself about like the twisted ones, and I lay down flat on the ground like the dead ones—

Perhaps Welsh fairies stole children and confiscated their vowels.

Thats funny

and I twisted myself around like the twisted ones Stop it.

and I twisted myself around like the twisted ones

And I twisted myself around like the twisted ones.…

I twisted myself around like the twisted ones—