It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.
The Night CircusMy name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.
A Night of FrivolitySummertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterI was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
The Last Night of the Earth PoemsI don't need shoes. I need a night scope. You think they sell night scopes someplace here?
Two for the Dough