i cast my heartbeneath the apple treewhere the crows loom and groanpicking whats left of memy flesh is bruised and my pride is burntim rotting nowso s..
Gritty cheese crumbs brush my chest,I look down with a head hung in shame.Never wanting to look up again,At your shallow back, leaving.I swim in this ..
It smelled like warm blood and freshly baked bread. I wondered if I was wrong to be hungry. Johnson, a tall portly man, was standing with a stained ha..
I was taken back, to reality, by the way my urine ran cold down my thighs. My swollen eyes were caught in gooey cement but finally with a twitch they..