You've Learned That Every Good Lie Is

And He Hated Himself And Hated Her,too, For The Ruin They'd Made Of Each Other.

Grief, He Said, Is Carnivorous.

I Love To Write, So It Rarely Seems Like Work - Even When It Gets Arduous.

She Was Afraid Of All That And So Much More, But What Terrified Her Most Was Inside Of Her, An Insect Of Unnatural Intelligence Who’d Been Living In Her Brain Her Entire Life, Playing With It, Clicking Across It, Wrenching Loose Its Cables On A Whim.

Everyone Sees Different Things.