She ran every Tuesday night. Same route.Same time.Same stupid confidencethat she'd make it home. I waited where the streetlights ended. I thought I would be nervous. I wasn't. All I could think aboutwas every time she made you cry. Every night she got to sleep...

When I was younger,I had my first love.His eyes were blue like diamonds.Alas,he didn't exist in this realm. He couldn't hold me.He couldn't help me out or scold me.And he wasn't entirely human. That is a story for another day.The thought...

When I was young, you came with your black mouth agape and your blacker heart pounding with anticipation.I feared for my sanity or my life.So I tried to drown you in drink, in powder,in the temporary warmth of another...