Come with Me

by Ronald Malfi

Secrets are what allow us to cling to our individual selves while also being one half of a matrimonial whole, and can be as vital as breathing.

A handprint on the glass. Much like a hand extended, as if in welcome. As if to beckon, to speak. Not just to send me forth on my own— (come with me) —but to join you on your journey.

“There’s a man made up of poison gas who lives in an abandoned castle. He’ll get inside your skull and drive you mad.”