“ Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room. ”
You can’t get the blood out.
~ Steven Ramirez
I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.
I recalled something I’d read a long time ago about Satan. When he appeared, it wouldn’t be as a demon but as an ordinary-looking guy with a convincing message of peace.
We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.
