sat down on the kitchen floor. looked up at you. saw you smoothing down your skirt around your thighs. wondered what good that was supposed to do. and i saw you pull your hair back. saw you messing with your earrings. saw you trying to smile. hey! you don’t have to smile for me.
the moon was rising over bridlington. and you had blood all over your hands. something was cracking in the rafters of our house. and you had blood all over your hands.