Jacked Up

by Latrexa Nova

And to anyone else who didn’t make it out of their teen years without crushing on the Darkness, Jareth, and the Joker, because there’s absolutely nothing concerning about your taste in men. We’re all fine. So fine. So well adjusted.

Demons have no souls. No mate. Human words are too small, too fragile—girlfriend, partner, wife. She is my blood. My eternity. My fate. My luck.