Tory Nichols

i killed him. you killed him. i held the dagger and you plunged it into his chest and sometimes the sky leaks divinity and pretends it is rain.

all i ever wanted was to be your friend, and you treat me like a big joke. you think i don’t notice? why don’t you like me?

you are like the rivermen . they spread their nets wide , and pull up all manner of things . the sweet , the deadly , the poisonous , all together in one catch .

Billy ran into the mall

“Okay let’s go”

Billy smiled and said “do you need a box and wrapping paper? Or just wrapping paper?”

“Oh? For who?”

“You can paint when we get back home”