Comissari

i. The first thing you need to know about people is this: we're shitty. ii. If you cut off our head, we will grow two in its place. We will divide and conquer until there's nothing left but tiny gaping mouths, clacking and salivating at the crumbs of an empire. iii. They tell me hurt is like a paper cut: quick and forgotten, forgotten. They're wrong. Hurt is the first step off a balcony, the first gasp in a chain reaction screaming from the railing to beyond the pavement. When I finally hit the ground, I looked up and saw my halo dangling from the edge, dented. iv. We cycle. He said, she said, I wanted, he lost, she won, I ruined