PART TWO





In your love is my death;


feel my dead heart beat stronger.


This goes on forever,


but I can wait longer.



It kills me when he touches you,


every whisper, every kiss.


But your years are my seconds,


and your miserymy bliss.


—from “Three” by RODERICK BYERS





You’ll never know where,


and you’ll never know when.


“Murder,” it whispers.


“The mirror. “ Again.



You’ll never know how,


and you’ll never know who.


It’s coming, though, and it’s coming for you.


—from “Double” by L. EDWARD S.





they are neither man nor woman,


they are neither brute nor human;


they are ghouls.

—E. A. POE


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