But I Knew One More

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

The Word Rattled In My Head Like Rocks In An Oatmeal Box.

Darkness Coiled Between What He Wanted Them To Believe And The Self He Despised. It Only Made Him More Alone. How Could You Save Someone When He Didn't Let You Kno Him? What A Waste. The Beauty He Murdered In This Place. He Could Never See What He Had, Only What He Failed To Achieve.

I Tried Writing Fiction As A Little Kid, But Had A Teacher Humiliate Me, So Didn't Write Again Until I Was A Senior In College.

Echo, The Death Of A Sound That Had Nowhere To Go But To Come Back.