Monthly Archives: August 2012

It reminds me of patchouli, this stink of dirt against my nose and mouth. It’s a wet, crawling smell that has laid a clutch of eggs on my tongue and left me birthing the taste of rot from between my … Continue reading →

All I can really remember is that she asked me “How is it that they can let you go? Who would ever want to let you go?” We both said a lot of things we meant that night, and what’s … Continue reading →

“Hush little baby; don’t say a word.” Moonlight is cold, silver fire through blue night; it slices in from curtains and windowshades, leaving frigid gashes on the walls and smooth, polished puddles of ice on the floor. It washes the … Continue reading →

I loved to watch her sleep. Such a sweet, peaceful look on her face. They say even the guilty look innocent while sleeping, with an expression that’s near angelic in its serenity. Having never seen an angel, I don’t suppose … Continue reading →