As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

crawling up into daddy's lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heart LISTENING to the thump...thump somewhere beneath muscle and breastbone I remember his arms their sublime ENCIRCLING and the shawdow of his voice "I love you, little girl. Put away your bad dreams. Daddy's here" I put them away, Until Daddy became my nightmare that one that came HOME from work everyday and instead of picking me up, chased me far far away

I mean, if you're gonna purposely lose your mind, you want to get it back some day. Don't you? Okay, maybe not.

The love of her life dissolved into dreams.

Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you