I Need The Protection Of

Blood Is A Strange Color. It's Darker Than You Expect It To Be.

I Feel Like Myself, Strong And Weak At Once - Allowed, At Least For A Little While, To Be Both.

There Are Men With Guns Up There. When They See Me, They Will Kill Me, If They Can," I Tell My Father Quietly. I Search His Eyes. "should I Let Them?" He Stares At Me For A Few Seconds. "go," He Says, "and God Help You.

I Wonder If This Is How Is Is With All Evil Men, That To Someone, They Look Just Like Good Men, Talk Like Good Men, Are Just As Likable As Good Men.

She Can't Possibly Be Me, Though She Moves When I Move