One must always account for the vagaries of truth.
I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.
Everything was a broken line for me in those days. I was slipped into the empty spaces between words.
When your heart is broken, it’s easier to follow rules
The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes. He was growing. New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cool...
I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against his mouth, feeling that it was almost too much, all this newness, this fe...
