you might as well put the gun away. this isn't a classic black and white picture, and you're no hero. just pull a big, fake smile onto your face. it builds character. eyes set. aghast like a cleanly dressed news anchor interviewing a rape victim. feeling this small is dizzying. and you just watch powerless. coward.

at the feet of madman. you're owned. nailed to the wall. and i'll put a bullet between the eyes of anyone to ever preach the gospel. you're no less fragile. so look me in the face and tell me that it's god's will that my father is dying. nailed to a broken silhouette of a view from a dashboard police camera. strung up by your ankles. waking up blind. nailed to your blind hope. hanging.