have an apple and most of it’s okay but one part of it is brown and rotten? So you cut that bit out and then you can eat the rest. Well, that’s what I’d like to do. There’s a part of my body that’s rotten and I want to cut it out but I can’t.
She puts her hand between her legs and grips. Then she starts to cry.
And my dreams. My fucking dreams! I dream about Daddy’s face, and your face. I dream about your brother wearing my daddy’s clothes. I dream Taliban’s at my window. I dream I wake up in your bed and I’m covered in blood.