I just sat there and petted the cat, wanting to weep. You are fingernails scuttling across my back. Tendrils slipping over my shoulder onto my chest. Wide eyes looking as pupils widen with virtue closing. You are worthless and I hate you for it.
Snow falls but the blood soaks in it.
Life waits for you and you add knives to its back. A vast trunk rooted indeep grinning without shame. But oddly enough, she said she feels content and at peace when I come along, on a raft, in her thoughts. Sturdy and beautiful. Youth group was rockin' as well.