She grins at me, a sadistic smile. Coated in sugar, steeped in lies. Crooked eyes and delicate ears. Refugee demeanor for too many years. Forgotten as a child, hated as a teen. Grew up to be a lesbian, or something in between. Now she sits there, watching us. Wanting to speak up, but not having the guts. Too bad she went crazy and ate your
(
Read more... )