When the sun came up and with murder in mind drowned the porch with golden mist I remember him leaving me out there. Wobbling inside alone. Returning to the dark lonely hiding place I first found him in. Whores and pills. Tramadol works better after one has orgasmed.
My steps where shaky and my dress ripped, but I made my way inside without ending up in the pool. With a lit cigarette in one hand and the bible in the other, I stood by his bed until he woke up. Father figure Frank smiled
-Happy halloween my darlingbelle