I believe in America.

Dots, slanted, thick, farmer...so many colors while they do as they 

Please. 

One more year.

Flaking, charred black with hatred. tastes like satisfaction.

you are a prostitute, she says. you will f**k for money.

I won’t do it. 

no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

*****

I can see it now. 

as I turn to leave, I see them coming at me. they push me forward, forward, forward and every time I fall, blood flows from a new place. their hands are wet with my screams.

closer and closer. infinitely closer.

I am there. the hands recede, but I know they are watching.

I stumble forward and he embraces me. I am crushed with the force of a thousand years.

there is nothing I can do. 

he takes my hand and we leave.