Memento mori is what they say. Life’s short so do what you must. Live in the moment, and in this do trust— if you were
Cracked
I wondered as he puttered around, could I kill a man with the strength of my legs? Could I crush the life from his chest—
Kintsugi
Broken were we, shards and splinters from life’s toils had fallen from us. Fractures driven deep through time had taken their toll But our love
Sea Glass
Broken, cast out, or simply fallen into disrepair, our fragile nature cracks. On a sea of emotions, we float until the waves of time work
Arsenic
He had stardust in his eyes, and even now, they twinkled under the moon’s light. His soft parts firmed and stoked her passions. She wondered
Divine Retribution
She pondered life and whether there really was such a thing as right or wrong. She had sinned, yet no hand smote her. A calculated
Julie Kusma, Queen of Horror 