Through Connection, Creativity, and Control  The Silent Observer I remember being curled up in the darkest corner of the dining room. Knees pressed as tightly to my eyes as possible to prevent the tears from spilling out. Fear rising from my belly and flushing my cheeks. I pushed it back down, as far down as ...

the cold eyes of envy placed upon thee to shiver in the veins and arrest thy heart, thy steps in thine place strips of the pale moonlight outline shadows on thine face edges of your beauty cut like mountains great and looming to scrape that endless sky our gods, our husks, these things we hold ...