my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. the pain over my heart returns, and from it i imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks.

“It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everyth…”

“What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the pr…”

“I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it's too wide without his body …”

“They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to kee…”