'These are the poems that come straight out of a hurting and cold heart. You won't see any poems that are fun, or flirty, or graceful. No, these poems are ones that seep out real life from the cracks in ceilings and floor boards. The one's full of regret, wit, the odds dragging you down. But most of all- its of truth. And it's up to you to decide what to do with it.'
She put her pencil down and massaged her throbbing temples. She added another thin sheet of paper to the typewriter and continued monotonously pressing on the dark keys.