All the Murmuring Bones

by A.G. Slatter

If I know anything for certain it’s that neither love nor hate is ever simple.

I make a point to walk like a man, lay claim to all beneath my feet as if it’s my right;

They cannot burn every single woman, tempting though it might be.

But the girl hadn’t listened carefully enough – and it’s terribly important to listen carefully when monsters speak, whether they be two-legged men, or women who live in pools.