ㅁ Kiamon's mouth was all flavored with dust: tasting like stones and small hintings of rust. These were the nerves that she felt at that time: facing her fears, among trees clothed in rime.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
ㅁ Kiamon's mouth was all flavored with dust: tasting like stones and small hintings of rust. These were the nerves that she felt at that time: facing her fears, among trees clothed in rime.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.