GIDEON

She took me with her when she left.
A day. A thousand days.
It doesn’t matter.
She blew out the flame inside me and now
I’m in the dark.

DEIRDRE

Suffering is the cloak that shelters.
The mask that protects fragile skin.
And happiness is something for those
who have suffered less.

Happiness doesn’t live here,
in the house of broken dolls.
Only sin.