Retribution Is A Dog Chasing

My Cholera's Acting Up Again.

There’s A Moment Of Profound Sadness That Can Be Dispelled Only By Summoning My Anger.

I Wonder How Many Times Each Day She Dies A Little.

I'm A Librarian, Not An Oracle.

The Night's Chilly Breath Tickles Up My Neck And Finds My Ear, Whispering Secrets Only The Wind Knows.