I can feel that photo of Anna staring at me from sixty years ago, and I can’t help myself from wanting to protect her, wanting to save her from becoming what she already is.
Kendare BlakeThe thought makes me reach back for my knife, my sharp, throat-cutting security blanket, as I look around.
Kendare BlakeI peek over the back of the couch and there she is, my goddess of death, her hair snaking out in a great black cloud, her teeth grinding hard enough to make living gums bleed.
Kendare BlakeShe’s like Bruce Lee, the Hulk and Neo from The Matrix all rolled in to one.
Kendare BlakeStand my ground, is what I think. After this is over, I might puke. Assuming, of course, that I’m still alive.
Kendare BlakeGirls on the other hand, have always come easy. I don’t know why that is, exactly. Maybe it’s the outsider vibe and a well-placed brooding look.
Kendare BlakeBut hey, at least we’ll have this strange story to tell, love and death and blood and daddy-issues. And holy crap, I’m a psychiatrist’s wet dream.
Kendare BlakeStichwörter: cas
Yes. Smashing. You’ll be just like those four chaps in the movie. You know the one, with the oversized marshmallow.
Kendare BlakeIt feels so separate, like I’ve touched something that’s taken the color out of me. Or maybe I’m in color now and they’re in black and white.
Kendare BlakeFour small flames ignite and illuminate our faces and chests, revealing expressions that are part wonder, part fear, and part feeling stupid.
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