“This was true, but the dogs whose bowls I filled only just outnumbered those I injected with pentobarbital, running my hands along their backs as their eyes filmed over, just the way a skin of ice settles still and foggy overtop the glossy water of the creek.”

“I don’t know what the break-in meant to me at the time, but it was like a stray thread, a thread that, once I tugged upon it, unspooled my entire world and snagged open a portal through which I could escape.”

“Hurting someone for their own good is easier than she thought it might be.”

“There he is, laying on his side facing the street with his pants around his ankles, his hiney shining like a pale moon.”

“I’m at a place in my life where anything can seem like a metaphor, where a clingy shower curtain can represent death.”

“I’m at a place in my life where anything can seem like a metaphor, where a clingy shower curtain can represent death.”