And this door opened, opened into the cruel majesty of pure violence and then, the girl, the girl. — Anne SextonRelated: Facts and photos from the real Just Desserts CaseHer hand at her throat, changing the atmosphere. One had a shotgun with a blue muzzle: I pissed myself looking into its steel apertures and they laughed. We talk and it gets late so we keep moving, past all of that sweetness, sickening behind us. Drinking chamomile tea, “for your poor throat,” my boyfriend said, and held my hand under the table.

Source: thestar July 02, 2016 12:00 UTC