Around you the woods yawn like a mouth packed with a million teeth,

I feel like if people knew they were mostly bacteria it would solve a lot of problems.

It was a measure of your success, of the night’s success, and yet – here at your moment of triumph – you felt a chill steal over you, eerily akin to that horrible sense you’d have in college when, working on an essay, you pressed the wrong key and accidentally wiped it; and the more you thought it couldn’t possibly just be gone, the more it wasn’t

The biggest joke God ever played was to create women’s bodies then put women’s brains into them, that’s what he said. Like leaving a poisoner in charge of a sweetshop.

It’s so cold it feels like little splinters of ice.

Rain explodes on the asphalt.

the rain hits you in freezing slaps like you’re out on the open sea with waves coming over the deck.

Sometimes he feels like a house that no one has ever lived in. Shiny and enticing but not quite finished.

the water flipped hot and cold like someone with a fever,