Boston Homicide Has a New Face

Heart beat and folly of what could be. All relationships become possible. Love is in the air, but is not to be. I wait for me to be me before the marriage ring fits perfectly. I claim to be a being of the night and stars. One day maybe I will be exalted for my CREATION. I carry nothing in my womb. I AM womb and baby, not mother to be. I make myself more every day. The lovely gorillas are more than just stand ins for my time alone and at sea. Please be kind and do not ask me to rewind. Maybe the hard cement floor of a processing center is where I held back the abyss with the banging of my head in seizure mode. I understood the pain as concusion the next day, but it might have been more. That time will save me now. You were perfect, perfect, perfect. I hand you your Boston Homicide detective badge and I will be your sargeant and M.E. for eternity. With this bliss, there is PEACE. It is heavenly.