And they wanted you to hurt like this, to shrink down and shrivel up and become the kind of monster we've all been taught to hide from. It was a game, a cruel one. Some sick projection of pain onto a body that couldn't fight it off. But you let yourself play the object because speaking up only belongs to the beautiful. Admit it, you member the very first moment you felt their eyes like two edged sword's on your body. Your body like a target, your body like a battlefield, your body like the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You come to my doorstep, bleeding and drenched with rain. You say I sharpen things, it's what I do. I just slipped, I swear. I say I believe you. But now when we are all stiff back and mourning clothes, i want to go back to that thursday night that I believed you and you scream LIAR and scream STOP. Scream whatever words it would take to pull your body up out of the river and tuck it back in your bed. You're sleeping beneath my church and I am 6 feet above you, still trying to undo this...