“So tell me. Are you fucking my husband as well?” Bernice was surprised I was so blunt. She didn't reply but she couldn't help herself. She giggled before looking away. Of course she did. I knew it. Bernice was helping me...

Fragmented words creep into my dictionaryHow can I make you understand?The dissatisfaction of your own hideThoughts of my poetry skinning you alive If every point had a reasonThen every word would have a meaningI'll lure you in, since your intriguedFinding...