I open my eyes and narrow them playfully at her, suppressing a smirk, "Play nice, Jacks. It's been months since we were last in the same room together. Can't we just make the most of it?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled. — Liminality