Sublime

Dead J and

The moral craved stories of immorality,

She’d locked their bedroom doors, one by one. Locked everything as they slept, except one way out. And then she’d gone downstairs to where they’d kept the alcohol, and the kerosene, and all those reeking fluids, and found a match… A struck match sounds like a kiss in the dark, sometimes. She remembered thinking that, watching the flame crack to lif

John Kendall

etui.