Swift as night and as cheering was the idea that broke in upon her. The idea that urged you to speak. The idea was cheerful but yet a little risky. She begun to write as she began, she thought of emotions that run deep. Deep as the dark blue night, Deep as she felt a chill, a chill of a thrill that would make people stand to their feet, a chill from the backs of their spine. The idea of horror.
May 28, 2012