“We will all visit her tonight.”
I imagined myself dancing on a grave. Not any grave in particular; my imagination celebrated what I couldn’t act out.
“It’s okay if you like him, but you should know you’re not good hiding how you feel.”
“You’ll be staying here.” The guard shoved me into a luxury suit.
“I didn’t say anything.” Moses is a professional at casual lying.
She softly came close to my face as if she found a good angle to bite my nose off.
As if they had front row seats to every example of the human destruction that went on in the park