Exquisite Corpse

It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone.

I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?

Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.

I press my hands against my chest, wishing I could somehow be even closer to him. I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely.

And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?

Ah, relationships. If he was lucky, Luke thought, he would never have another one.

But if I die without trying again, I'm a coward. I don't mind having regrets about stuff I've done. It's the regrets about stuff I haven't done that bother me.