Dawn Comes Before Sleep Does.

Yes, Frosting. The Final Defense Of The Dying.

On And On We Seal The Pages With Salt Water And Promises To Live Well To Make Their Deaths Count.

Yes. I Killed Him. And Buried Her In Flowers," I Say. "and I Sang Her To Sleep.

Either You Came In Here A Swimmer Or You'd Better Be A Really Fast Learner

I’m In A Shallow Hole, Not Filled With The Humming Orange Bubbles Of My Hallucination But With Old, Dead Leaves.