The plan to ruin her life was thick like honey. Maybe it was too sweet for me. Perhaps I wanted to sting before I drop dead.

August, uninhabitable, it’s sun like an   ugly stepfather  beating down on you

Monochrome was my life till you walked in, Your confident gait and beautiful smile,

This isn’t a love story at all. There may be feelings. Yet there are also blades and screams.

The name that was given to me is Constance Everleigh Strickler. I am a mother of four, grandmother of nine, great grandmother of two. I have been thirteen years dead.

More words she couldn’t  understand flowed from her mouth like mutilated water, touching the burning sky as it  broke. The earth shook, the sky shattered, and every building but hers lay in ruins.