The stories they tell me spill out a feeling that the spider web defines perfectly.

The children call it "Reverend Father" because the flock of white feathers at its neck seems like the collar on a priest's black cloak. 

Someone once asked me; "Bianca, why do you write?"

On hearing that, my lips arched with a flashed smile and I replied with complete honesty.

"Ever saw something so wrong but couldn't change it?