Our first date was a near-death experience.

I prefer the company of short women and tall glasses of wine.

Part of me wishes that when I beat the drum it beats me back.

For once I saw the light that hugs people the same way the dark hugs me. 

You sacrifice flight but the sky comes along.

What are the odds that it might strike me?

I’ll knife you, my dear, just for the thrill of knowing that you can be killed.

The dark will leave, just like her, in due time.

I’m not a hot mess; I’m cold and neat.

He pushed a vase off the counter at 3am while I was fooling around my parent’s living room.

At least I may not get to pay.