I CAN'T STOP THE HUMMING

The walls are breathing again. They told me the 57-R was just a number on a file but it's a pulse. I found the axe. It was waiting in the shadows behind the water heater. It knows my name better than I do.

EAT AND PRAY

The static on the TV screen is the only thing that tells the truth. Prayers are just noise. I’ve been carving symbols into the floorboards so I don't forget where I hid the keys to the cellar. Eat and pray. Bleed and stay.