very, very delicate

it all happened one year ago.

it was so quiet, so dark. there are blurry lights that swim around in the sea of wicked air behind him. the monster is posed, attacking. he makes it look easy, to cross that line. to break that seal, to turn me from girl/woman/human to thing/object/place. i am shallow, it doesn't take long for the bleed and i roll and run and slur "no". i said no more times than i can count on my fingers and toes.

that is the deepest i've let words come from in a long time.