The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
“Why are you late?”
Lucy trembled…
She’s a smoke show.
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling.
Let’s get the moral of the story up front, shall we?
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom.
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.