...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.

When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replace them with a smothering blanket far worse.

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.