He left roses on his mother's grave a couple of days ago. Red ones; he thought blue roses would be more interesting, but come on, where the fuck does one actually find blue roses? He bought the red ones at the corner grocery a block from his apartment and they rode in the seat next to him on the bus to the cemetery. He left them at the foot of the headstone, glad he had accomplished his task. He didn't know that blue roses don't exist in nature and that they're really just white ones that… Continue

I ate her heart when she wasn't looking, snatched it up and devoured the whole thing in two or three bites. First I peeled off the slimy coating, then bit into the rich, buttery center. The juices ran hot and pulsing down my throat and from the corner of her eye she caught me swallowing the last chunk. "You jerk," she said with the saddest look spoiling her perfect oval face.… Continue