Emily Varga

in a fierce frenzy, by candlelight, devouring you until I finished every page and committed it to memory, and then I’d flip right back to the front and start again from the beginning.”

“I’d read you like scripture, a prayer. And all the worship I felt, I’d heap at your feet.”

Until he begged for me like a dying man in the desert, and I the mirage that could have saved him.

And in the end decided to let him starve.