His little whispers. "Love me, love me." That's all
I ask for. "Love me, love me." He battered his tiny
fists to feel something. Wondered what it's like to
touch to feel something.
Monster. How should I feel? Creatures lie here. Looking
through the windows.
That night he caged her. Bruised and broke her. He
struggled closer. Then he stole her. Violette wrists
and then her ankles. Silent Pain. Then he slowly saw
their nightmares were his dreams.
Monster. How should I feel? Creatures lie here. Looking
through the windows. I will. Hear their voices. I'm a
glass child. I am Hannah's Regrets.
Monster. How should I feel? Turn the sheets down. Murder
ears with pillow lace. There's bath tubs. Full of glow flies.
Bathe in Kerosene. Their words tattooed in his veins
