“One word, two lips, three four five fingers form a fist.One corner, two parents, three four five reasons to hide.One child, two eyes, three four seventeen years of fear.A broken broomstick, a pair of wile faces, angry whispers, locks on my door.”

“He pulls my swaddled figure close to his chest and I shatter. Two three four fifty thousand pieces of feeling stab me in the heart, melt into drops of warm honey that soothe the scars in my soul.”

“Prepare to evacuate soul in five, in four, three, two, one.”

“His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that”

“He's a hot bath, a short breath, five days of summer pressed into five fingers writing stories on my body.”

“My life is four walls of missed opportunities poured in concrete molds.”

“One, and two, and three, four, five. Keep fighting like this and you will die," Janco sang.”