When you fall asleep
I spit in your mouth
Then cover your slumber gently with a pillow where the soft cotton shields your eyes
Last Call: Becky’s Birthday
What is it about hearing your birth date being called out that makes you beam inside like an idiot?
Close to the Bone
You know that cry you get when the love of your life dies? The one that sounds like your dead lover is pulling you down into the grave with them, or as least tearing at your tethered souls, to perhaps; apologize?