Alec Sullivan
- Saving it for later
He sees it, he sees it in her eyes. He looks deep, and he leans in over the plate of Dal Makhani. He gets closer, he looks ever deeper into her eyes and he thrusts the knife deep into her gut. A soft gasp escapes her, as he empties the contents of her stomach into a trash bag. "Waiter, I'll take the check. No, she's just tired"
Alec Sullivan
- What am I?
I stand here. I think about you. I think about whether I could do it or not. I think about whether these are the ravings of madmen, or if I just don't know who I am anymore. No that's it. I don't know what I am anymore.
