When I am a corpse, grey and gaunt on a metal table, men will shake their heads and frown, their hands high above their heads, hurriedly hurling condemnation at the one man in particular, who has my blood on his hands. When I am still alive, fighting for each breath, feverishly screaming, I find the…

The city is a collection of jewels, shining out across the dark night, glittering as I gaze from the window sill, watching the sky for starlight, and a sign of the sweetheart who watches the sky too. We do not share the same moon, because she is back, where we used to reside, but someday…

It is how it was meant to be, as it was written, many moons and many authors ago. Restless from my roaming, inside last night, I gaze, curious, counting the ways that yesterday differs from today, how everything changes, eventually.

The branches that birthed her, the body that walks the earth, a beating heart and a broken brain, rebuilt as the train slows to a stop and lightning fills the sky. The world is full of answers, but she is overwhelmed by all the questions that crowd her mind, so she smiles at the branches,…