You really are a murderer.
The boy you tormented is still wheezing for air inside me, wounded.
It's a secret that should never be known, a tribute that should never be written.
But… Read More...
-By Obie
Storm clouds hid most of the moon but its faint light was sufficient to dilute the bedroom darkness. Michael lay in the shadow of a half-drawn curtain, the glimmer in his… Read More...