Enough White Lies Can Scorch

Just... Ate," M Says, Frowning At Me A Little. "two Days...ago." I Grab My Stomach Again. "feel Empty. Feel... Dead." He Nods. "marr...iage.

How Do I Appear Unthreatening When Her Lover's Blood Is Running Down My Chin?

Can We Really Choose Anything?' 'maybe. If We Want To Bad Enough.

My Favorite Songs Change Every Year.

Deep Under Our Feet The Earth Holds Its Molten Breath, While The Bones Of Countless Generations Watch Us And Wait.