Nothing But Blackened Teeth

All the lights were on, and all the ghosts were home too

A little bit of magic.
Even if it was hungry.
Even if it was a house with rotting bones and a heart made out of a dead girl’s ghost, I’d give it everything it wanted just for scraps. Some unabridged attention, some love

One girl each year. Two hundred and six bones times a thousand years. More than enough calcium to keep this house standing until the stars ate themselves clean, picked the sinew from their own shining bones.
All for one girl as she waited and waited.
Alone in the dirt and the dark.

“Why do you think there are so many stories of ghosts trying to get people to kill themselves? Because they miss having someone there, someone warm. It doesn’t matter how many corpses are lying in the soil with them. It’s not the same. The dead miss the sun. It’s dark down there.”

Media’s all about the gospel of the lone wolf, but the truth is we’re all just sheep

A long year spent making acquaintances with the demons inside you, each new day a fresh covenant. It does things to you. More specifically, it undoes things inside you

Long as you promise you don’t spook the ghosts

no one to say do not touch and be careful, this was old before the word for such things existed.

More than enough calcium to keep this house standing until the stars ate themselves clean,

Only an audible smack as it hit the floor, a sound like a palm colliding with a cheek.