I am called Yet I cannot follow I am chastized Yet I cannot obey The fear has kept me well
I killed her. I don’t know why. She made me angry, I guess. But she made me angry every day.
Q: What made you want to write a story about disposing a body? A: Honestly it just started as simple
In the vast beyond Of the ravenous night There’s a floating mirror To reflect moonlight As she rises above To