You've Contaminated Every Inch Of Me

"You've contaminated every inch of me. I no longer know what to do and my dreams have gone wild. I'm now dreaming of you basically every night and see your face each time I close my eyes. I guess my indecision all comes back down to my fear again. I don't know how you can love me. I don't know how I could make it if you left me and I didn't have something or someone else to hang onto. Yet, I'm terrified of losing you."

~Grace Marshall

From my short story, "You've Contaminated Every Inch Of Me"

On Clouds of Love

"I once flew over a silver moon but the moon turned crimson and dripped with blood so I slit it across my wrists. I once danced on the clouds below a shining sun but the sun turned black and fell. He tried to rekindle the flame but he can't do it by himself. He needs my help. So I plead with him that we can start with a new golden moon. And we can dance in a new way on clouds of love."

~Grace Marshall

From "Clouds of Love"