She moves around with cautionNever knowing when "they" may appearParanoia has been setting inShe knows there realEveryone is telling her there notShe'll witness "them" from the corner of her left eye"They" look like little children whisperingAt times they'll look...

Greetings (Fill in the persons name here)!Now that I have your attentionHere's what I'm going to do to youI'm gonna slam my left fist into your rib cageYou lift your arms to give me easier access to your ribs...

Not just the kind that fogs glass,the kind that lingerseven after the water stops,curling into my skinlike it refuses to leave. A drop slid over my shoulder,and my breath caught, sharp, shallow,a tremor I did not try to hide.The heat...