You were moon-drunk, speaking words only uttered under the stars because even you yourself feared what left your swollen tongue. You feared yourself more than I did and that scared you. But it scared me more knowing that it would happen again, knowing that your shadow would grow darker every night until your star-sipped liquor turned your fear into another monster in the night; one that this time, I couldn't run away from.
but that handle was made for his hand hand - handle handle - hand
the fingers would close around it to never let go It had to have flesh around it at all times But the blade... the blade was still naked. He couldn't let the blade naked It wasn't fair
"So that's why you stabbed your mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.
as a kid there's nothing like wasting away inside a tiny room sitting on the backrest of the couch looking out the window and seeing her tread through the rain