I Don't Like It When I Outweigh

She'd Never Have Allowed Herself To Be Held By Anything As Mundane As A Few Bars And A Reinforced Door

She Crawled,” Ben Said. There Were Tears In His Voice. That Was Wrong. Ben Barely Even Tolerated Me On The Best Of Days. “she Crawled To The Bathroom To Clean Herself Again. If It Weren’t For The Two Subs In The Pack, I’d Be On The Bottom. And She Wouldn’t Stand Up In My Presence For Guilt.

It Was Unsettling To Be In Love With Someone Who Looked Like The Face In Her Nightmares.

The Cool Thing About Writing Is That There Is Really Never A Typical Day. Sometimes I Get A Rhythm Going And Head Off To Work Every Morning And Come Home At Night. Sometimes I'll Write For Two Days Straight And Then Be Utterly Blank For The Next Two.

It's Easier To Dismiss Ghosts In The Daylight.