separated. like a complex joint with sinews and fluids and bones.

there is blood.

there is pain.

i force myself to take a deep breath.

it comes out in a big, dramatic sigh. reeks of manipulation.

but it feels good.

oh does it feel good! sweet relief!

she has iron curtains for boundaries.

i have none.

she has tight fists.

i have open hands, air for brains, open legs.

there is no childlike quality that i wish to lose. but i must guard myself against future attacks.

how does an innocent child protect herself when she knows no evil?


sigh. breathe. fuck me.



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