dp cycle

You. You were right about everything. A warm blooded ghost casting shadows on my eye. I. I knew it from the start. Suspending reason to chase my love of sorrow. I’m the one who reads a book twice and expects words to change in the meantime, while in between time, print is dead, each syllable…

On her second day at a three day kill shelter she found me with her bright eyes full of dark rain and a hyperactive tail that drew my eye I was looking for a cat because puppies are dumb chew everything and piss all over the carpet But she was cute enough to tame and…