“My dad never loved me,
so now I like to be choked.”
as she pulls the cigarette to
her magnificent lips
“I read somewhere about the psychological and emotional impact that kind of shit can have.”
Maybe it was because she forgot or maybe she just felt safe subconsciously. Maybe she had grown up in a small town where nobody locked their doors. Most of what I know about her is speculation. I only talked to her once and it was just a passing in the…
How long ago I had placed her in the shoe box in the back of the closet. It is Sunday night.
The church was almost barren
The halls were still dark enough to team with shadows and suspense.
The tree must have been over 20 feet tall, Lights blurring by…