"In the end, I listen to the fear that keeps me awake, that resounds through the frantic beating in..."

"In the end, I listen to the fear that keeps me awake, that resounds through the frantic beating in my breast, the dry terror in my throat, the dread that comes with the pricking of the rat's nervous feet in the darkness."

- Sinful Folk, by Ned Hayes (forthcoming in 2012)