You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.

With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.