I read the words aloud
and this is what I found...

Sorrow and horror walk hand in hand. The world ends for selfish reasons.
There are ghosts and there are gods malevolent in their laziness.
There are definitions of love that are technically correct.

This is a collection about all of those things and more. Poems to linger on. Poems to give a chill to beat the summer heat or make autumn seem a little darker. A little deeper.