a single bullet , both thunder & lightning——some strange pavlovian response that makes his skin feel too tight around his bones , & the fire in his belly set into a stone——heavy , imposing , beneath the muscle . “ what did you say ? , ” ( )
“i know enough like you.” boys like him are all she will ever know. boys like him feed into her gluttonous ache for violence, boys like him know how to keep her wound tight and on the edge of absolution, boys like him will always …