“The windows are empty holes lined with glass teeth.”

“Soft flesh is eaten by hard teeth.”

“I imagine that's what being full-dead is like. And emptiness vast and absolute.”

“It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.”

“We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.”

“I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.”

“The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.”