In Other Words, I Step Out Of

Thinking Like Your Prey. . . That's Where You Find Their Vulnerabilities.

And Some Small Gnarled Place Inside Me Hated Her For Her Weakness, For Her Neglect, For The Months She Had Put Us Through. I Had Taken A Step Back From My Mother, Put Up A Wall To Protect Myself From Needing Her, And Nothing Was Ever The Same Between Us Again.

Smiling Is Mostly About Smiling More.

This Is No Place For A Girl On Fire.

Then He Smiles As If He'd Be Happy To Lie There And Gaze At Me Forever.