Vow

Love nothing and nothing you love can be used against you.

Πεισινόη

I looked through the gap in-between a cinder-block wall and a chain-link fence to find you kneeling there, naked and bestial. A feral skeleton tucked away behind alabaster skin left obscured beneath a layer of mud, droplets of coagulated blood and tissue littering your sandy blond hair like gemstone jewels catching the sunlight.

There is no doubt in my mind had I been home at the time of your ambush I would have perished in much the same way as the rest of my family; I can still see their discarded viscera and limbs littering the garden, warm to the touch, desecrated by your teeth and claws.

Digression

There is beauty in anguish no longer. Bid the memories of the past to rot where they lay, twisted and yellow from the passage of time.

Reflection

As a teenager I allowed sadness to consume me, allowed it to seep beneath my skin and around my bones, caressing me like a lover while defiling everyone and everything I ever held in high regard.

Foxing

I waded through all of those God-forsaken memories, decrepit and dusty but still razor-sharp and ready to separate flesh from bone...

Claire (Like Maple Leaves in Autumn)

You are something else - a Canadian girl with a Maine identification card who loves competitive shooting, who disagrees with the idea of war but respects the men and women sent to fight them, a teenager who enjoys reading about world events and savors the prospect of attending an institute of higher education rather than taking a year off to travel the world - what a refreshing dichotomy of personality traits.

You took my breath away across a crowded room without even trying. We just need to figure out this whole living-in-different-countries thing.

Robert on Killing in Iraq

"I much preferred helping people over killing them."