When I was twenty-two, my neighbor called the cops on my boyfriend and I because we were “fighting” again, in quotes because fight implies structure, a conscience, taking turns. An animal doesn’t fight off its predator. They’ll do anything to stop the process of becoming prey, and that’s what I

I wasn’t supposed to be the one going to jail. I remember repeating this phrase in my head while the police officers cuffed me. Cuffs that eventually left wounds on my wrist that have now left scars. With a bleeding face and my body covered in bruises I literally couldn’t