Othello Stories

You'll sail through my blood, the first time I've ever been so entirely consumed, an exotic element to you as you pulled me away from monsters As if the telling of those tales spilled war's memory from me. There will be no solidarity to me, love, no origin without cracks or foreign blood coating my restless blade. But you come to me without pretension, with ceaseless devotion no man should question. There will be a whispe...