Come On And Eat With Him. I

Five Years Later I Still Wake Up Screaming For Him To Run

All The Times These Arms Were My Only Refuge From The World. Perhaps Not Fully Appreciated Then, But So Sweet In My Memory, And Now Gone Forever.

Maybe . . . Because For The First Time . . . There Was A Chance I Could Keep Him,” I Say. “so Now That You've Got Me, What Are You Going To Do With Me?” “put You Somewhere You Can't Get Hurt.” And When He Kisses Me, People In The Room Actually Sigh.

Poison. The Perfect Weapon For A Snake.

As Coal Pressured Into Pearls By Our Weighty Existence. Beauty That Arose Out Of Pain.