ThirstIt has been ninety days and I have not had a single drop of blood. My skin is whiter now than the nurses uniforms and there are times when I get so dizzy I have to lie down. More and more often I find myself trying to decide which vessel I will take first when I finally snap.Oh Lord, I have started to call them vessels again. Please help me to remind myself they are humans. I do not have the right to end their already short pathetic lives. Not even the really crazy ones.I think it will be nurse Marilyn. I have seen that lovely blue vein that bulges when she stretches her neck to overlook the dining room so arrogantly every evening.
My Friend Charlie The GhostAll my life he had been there, lying on his back in the crawl space under my room. Before I even learned to say mama, I whispered his name through the cracks in the floorboards under my bed.Charlie, I would say, pointing my finger at the cold blue eyes that stared right through me. Dust had gathered on his face, and I was always afraid he would sneeze and wake father up, but he never did. Even when I took a deep breath and blew so hard that his eyelashes moved, he never blinked, and when the dust had settled he was still staring at me with those X-ray eyes as if something at the back of my head was holding his gaze a