"A man comes into my life and you have to compromise?
A circle of half-familiar faces lay around me like a sky of blankets on a cold day.
(Foreword: These passages brew from moments where I wake during the night when my soul feels like it's been torn apart and nailed to the inside of a hot oven. They're raw and haven't been re-drafted and may not make sense but here are three from last night. More of these may be written and published in the future).
There's a sweet itch brewing inside you,