So There Are Cakes And Pillows And

There Wasn't A Lot Of Bullshit In My Heaven.

As She Stood In The Darkened Room And Watched My Sister And Father, I Knew One Of Things That Heaven Meant. I Had A Choice, And It Was Not To Divide My Family In My Heart.

My Name Is Salmon, Like The Fish; First Name, Susie. I Was Fourteen When I Was Murdered.

So There Are Cakes And Pillows And Colors Galore, But Underneath This More Obvious Patchwork Quilt Are Places Like A Quiet Room Where You Can Go And Hold Someone's Hand And Not Have To Say Anything.

Before, They Had Never Found Themselves Broken Together. Usually, It Was One Needing The Other But Not Both Needing Each Other, And So There Had Been A Way, By Touching, To Borrow From The Stronger One's Strength.