Lovers and Monsters

She said I do not want to tell her to come back inside, her small heart already black and blue because he had better things to do. She...

She didn't fit in with the rich. The way they curdled at strangers and rose to greet the shameless. She'd rather serve than sit, knowing...

He prays like the hopeless, the way their fingers lace across a bottle or a waist—forgetful. His church sits somewhere close, close...

Said he’s a martyr or maybe a snake Eyes emerald green mouth ready to take Told her be careful hunger makes a man cry Leapt into his arms...