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"What's killing you in the inside?" I was to absorbed in my own thoughts that I had not noticed someone's presence. "Excuse me?" Their to my left a person...a human being who's elbows were against the railing looking forward speaks. My description might make it sound as if he's an alien, but that's because to me he is a foreigner a total stranger. "You barely have any clothes on, yet you don't even seemed bothered by the cold. So my assumption is that the numb feeling is how you feel in the inside. Which also feels like your dying slowly. Am I right?" Scared that a complete stranger is talking to me you bet, but mostly horrified that a stranger can figure me out without getting to know me definitely

What happens when insanity and lust collide? This poetic tale a mortician falling in love with a corpse, of insanity and lust unifying with each other is sure to leave you unsettled.

I am not...don't just read my cover, you don't know me.

Every writer has their reason for writing, whether someone inspired them, whether to tell the truth in place of a lie, or any other reason their soul has for doing what they love. I thought maybe you should know why I write. Here is why

This work is all disclaimer and ain't part of the story .

"Some days, 24 hours is too much to stay put in, so I take the day hour by hour, moment by moment by moment. I break the task, the challenge, the fear into small, bite size pieces. I can handle a piece of fear, depression, anger, pain, sadness, loneliness, illness." --Regina Brett