We were all just trying to feel something that day, I think.
My family has never been fond of Christmas cake.
Most of the bonbons failed to explode when we pulled them; perhaps it was for the best- Nanna believed it frightened her dogs.
Here sits Poppy- head of the table.
Although the beer isn't his.
He has enough poison inside without alcohol.
His lungs weep black and are so tight that not even god could squeak through.