Nothing Says You're Sorry Like A Dead

Heart Turned To Me, His Face Thought­ful. “yes­ter­day Morn­ing. Yes, That Means That Daphne Hadn’t Been Home For Two Days Be­fore That.” He Smiled At Me. “you Were Sup­posed To Be The Al­pha’s Eye Can­dy.” Adam Laughed. “what?” I Asked Him. “you Don’t Think I’d Be Good Eye Can­dy?” I Looked Down At My Over­alls And Grease-​stained Hands. I’d Torn An­oth­er Nail To The Quick. “hon­ey Is Eye Can­dy,” Said Ben Apolo­get­ical­ly. “you’re . . . Just You.” “mine,” Said Adam, Edg­ing Be­tween Heart And Me. “mine Is What She Is.

You Will Eat This And Go To Sleep, So Your Pronouns Get Their Antecedents Back.

I Told Them," He Said In A Clear, Carrying Voice, "that They Should Not Give Someone As Old And Powerful As I A Daughter To Love. That It Would End Badly.

It Is The Way Of Mortals. They Fling Themselves At Life And Emerge Broken.

I Think I’ll Just Go Take A Shower,” I Said. It Wasn’t Until Samuel Stiffened That I Remembered I’d Just Come Out Of The Shower. So Much For Playing Normal.