…to nothing more than bone. An older man takes his share, and gives it to the young, choosing their life over his own. Perhaps if we turn them to ash….

Somebody’s Husband

…being dead – which I couldn’t, I’d be happy to think that some young woman with a penchant for the past had found my locket in the showcase reserved for…


…being taken. (Because I stole the memory away) I remember the joy, The feeling of ecstasy (About what? Two words?) I remember her face, Young and beautiful, As she still…

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