Moleskine Pages- Safe On The Inside

Their dread solidified into a flesh and blood child of dreams. Every knock at the door, every tap on the shoulder brought forth a forgotten memory. A tuneless tune or a frozen shiver. He tortured them with such beautiful hands. And scowled at them the prettiest eyes. They were safe on the inside, soft, raw with runny yolks.

Moleskine Pages- The Choir

Angels could never persuade me of their benevolence.

Moleskine Pages- Sometimes She Loves Him

"Every time I stood behind him I imagined dipping bread soldiers into the wobbly pink yolk of his bashed in, boiled-egg head."