I always spelled out my secrets, but in a language nobody could read. Have I always been so devious? Why, yes, of course, but that’s half the fun of someone like me. Destruction in a delicious package, I taste like the sweetest kind of treachery, never fulfilling all the debts that belong to me. Daughter…

Coffee on the circle line.I do not drink, I just let it warm my hands and remind me of you.You have been gone for fourteen hours and twenty seven minutes,you had a coffee in your hand as you kissed me,keys in the other,vanishing into the night,making Monday seem so far away, with every step you…