Whenever I Write A Story, I Hope

Rue, Who When You Ask Her What She Loves Most In The World, Replies, Of All Things, “music.

They Erase My Face With A Layer Of Pale Makeup And Draw My Features Back Out.

He’s Dozed Off Again, But I Kiss Him Awake, Which Seems To Startle Him. Then He Smiles As If He’d Be Happy To Lie There Gazing At Me Forever.

This Was The Door To Both Sustenance And Sanity. And We Were Each Other's Key.

But Don't Worry; As I've Been Saying - And This Has Been Very Clever Of Me, I'm Sure You'll Agree - If You Put Enough Pressure On Coal, It'll Turn To Pearls!