He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!
You can't know what a book is about until the very end. This is true of a book we're reading or writing.
Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson
It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me
I am about as detailed as a shadow.
This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.