All The Lies

I thought love would rip my heart out.

I thought it would set me on fire.

Instead, it turned me into ice.

“You know,” I whisper softly, the broken sound of my voice nearly scratching my own ears.

“You can’t arrest the sheriff!”
“He attacked a federal agent,” Leonard says. “Just as they did.”
“I didn’t,” the one under him groans.
Leonard makes him cry out in pain as he tightens the cuffs more. “No, you tried to attack a defenseless woman.”
I really don’t like being called that. It’s rather insulting.

I pull my knife free from Lisa’s picture, then grab her picture—that I printed off from Hadley’s computer—and toss the annihilated photo into the trash, covering it with some other rubbish.
“That’s not creepy at all,” Hadley mutters.
“I torture and kill men. Being creepy should be a given.”

“I love you,” I whisper into the air so quietly that I don’t think he hears it.
I just hope our love is truly strong enough to conquer all.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

—Voltaire

but the flesh enjoys it even as the heart shatters beneath it.

It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.

—Voltaire

while I walk away from all of this, knowing the better monster won the war.”

It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.

—Voltaire