Stupid How The Mind Will

His Secret Name, Which Belongs To Me, And To Him, And To No One Else.

We Leave Pippa Behind, Standing In The Dark, Teeming Bowels Of The Camp, While The Sun Begins To Stain The Sky Electric, And From All Sides The Guns Draw Closer.

The Hours Here Are Flat And Round, Disks Of Gray Layered One On Top Of The Other...they Move Slowly, At A Grind, Until It Seems As Though They Are Not Moving At All. They Are Just Pressing Down.

Why Couldn't You Let Me Have It? Why Did You Have To Take It? Why Did You Always Take Everything?

I Am Now Officially Married To Fred Hargrove. Nothing Will Ever Be The Same.