Novemeber 1 3:50 A.M.   It wasn’t talking. Moving.  It was limp. I was limp.  There was a dark edge to my vision, fuzzy slivers of black and brown pinning each other down, fighting....

1:52 A.M.   A blanket wrapped me up. It was cold. Lifeless. Filled with black. Dark, dark black. Red danced in my vision.  The creature. The alien. It took her.  Storming into the bedroom,...

My thin shell gives in to your brittle fingertips. Softly chipping the pieces away to reveal the liquid heart.  The yolk drips onto your hands, beating frantically, pleading to not be spilt. Pleas...