It's really not too bad. The personI am was me. We laughed insidethose sacred places at all the monieswell spent. We walked in the gardenswithout any shoes on. Not one singleflower seemed to mind. And now it'sa forgotten mess or so I've imagined.I'd rather you think about…

They were working on the factory floor when they died, the auspices of mayhem filtering out to a host of ravens gleaning the neighboring fields. Clouds of them fled the scene around the time of the incident turning the day into twilight…

The aisle, nave and/ transept twist themselves/ into an auditorium.

She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?

Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.

Easing her hand with her other hand.

anxiety said Kierkegaard is the dizziness of freedom

We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.

children love to push the gas up and down my limbs

faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.

Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.

I was always bi-polar. I didn’t realize it was a mental illness until my divorce lawyer had the court order a psychiatric analysis.

Everybody breaks. Everything splinters.

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I would open an eye, waiting for it to absorb the scant light in the room, and I would see her on the far edge of the bed, the topography of her hips now a battlement to keep me at bay.