The page has turned as it was in flames while Terry allowed such a chapter in her life to be consumed by her cleansing flames of self determination.     After abandoning the traffic median, her "island," she never once...

     "Whore! Wouldn't wanna be you!" A hoarse voice slurred from the open window of a car idling at the intersection of Union st. and West Columbus Ave.         The "whore" in question stood as emotionless...

I kiss my Delilah,Molten love pours from my soul,Igniting her with sweet madness.I melt her with flattery,As fire does to snow,In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.