"stand up straight. shoulders back and breathe in deeply. let the air fill your lungs; stretch your ribs to almost beyond capacity. let the blood be replenished..."
"trapped inside, my feelings seethe about, seeking expression. i don’t know what they are; i can’t name them..."
"one finds a measure of contentment in the structure and control of an ascetic life..."
"when we fucked for the first time it was glorious though i still can’t decide, upon reflection, whether it was the execution or the alcohol..."
a child looks on
as voices rant and rail.
a single tear falls