We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.
We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.
I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
She was up and downâ€”from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.