ved

ut in the streets during a riot-I, Sarah, a

later, a fairytale we

, until the mysterious illness began, turn

ve me, even with experimental, "forbid

gs replaced, my back a lumpy horror, but

his voice cold and clinical, about the "side

ck, about orchestrating my fa

ior, was a monster, met

itched to my arm, I lie in a cage, a p

on is "treatment," while his lover, the

de, leaving me bleeding and aban

will n

nks to old David and

g that heals, but promis

l ta

n form returns, a temporary ghost

my tormentor, will look

t of agony, for every lie, for eve

apologies; it' s