and never has gone a day that we didn’t miss our Hogwarts … More My Hogwarts
suicide notes being mistaken for artistry … More the answers.
the reigning silence threatened only by breaths half drawn … More acrostic.
for it is at night that I learned to find peace and more of it… … More nyctophilia
train-wrecks of thoughts … More oneirophilia
“… foeticide of our children from affairs with pain” … More induced insomnia
pain, my truest lover, has found home in me … More time to go home
those eyes whispered of how she couldn’t love me and how she would … More letters to Selene
“. . . graveyards of the unaddressed kisses decorating our lips . . .” … More lives of the lifeless
One last minute … More making it count