Love makes a person do strange things.
She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.
I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.
Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.
It was Kizzy's first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was delicious.
And yet, something tied them together, strong than any of that, something with the power to conduct her blood and breath like a symphony, so that anything she did to fight against it felt like discord, like disharmony with her self.