I know if he were looking at me I would see that stare. That state of glazed over doe eyes. I wasn't completely honest with him either. I said "I love the idea of dead men."
I love dead men because they make the best lovers. They never complain and only come around when you want them to. They don't tease you about how you look like a preteen girl some days. They don't care that some days you just want to lie in bed and think about joining the circus as a sideshow act. They lie in bed with you when you feel the cool breeze on your back. That's how they get in-- the window. Always leave your window open. When you don't, they don't know how to make it back to you. Even in the death of winter, ------, leave your window open.
I've seen the look before. When you say something that people think is so insane. It's not a pretty thing to look at. It makes your stomach's fingers grasp onto your throat and tickle your eyes. That's when you know it. When your eyes are tickled and the floodgates are