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He put his blackgloved fingers carefully against to the windows’ glass, followed by the pink shell of his ear. He listened to the dreams of those sleeping inside, and watched his breath in the moonlight, the silver of it kissing … Continue reading →

“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, flapping her hands in his direction, when he tried to get closer, his face wearing concern. “Don’t even look at me!” she shouted, backing away. “I can’t stand to have you see me like this!” … Continue reading →

All of a sudden, I wanted to punch him in the face.  I wanted to feel the knuckles of my right hand sting against the bone of his cheek, where it becomes his eye socket. I wanted to give that … Continue reading →

All I know is drowning is easy. Just stop struggling. All I know is floating away is easy. Just stop holding on. All I know is burning is easy. Just breathe. All I know is waiting is * * * … Continue reading →

“It’s dark now and the fireflies sing but they don’t come down they don’t come down to where I am, where I’ve been and what I can see if I close. I closed at the daylight, only one kind of … Continue reading →