We never watch the news at night. I've always been afraid of horror films and every story feels like another set of eyes watching me from the dark.
Overripe berry juice dribbles from stuffed cheeks onto my chin and chest. When the wasps come, I smile and pretend it was an accident.
When they found the end of the world, their eyes exploded in their heads and dripped down across their lips. They said nothing had ever tasted so sweet.
