Dog-eyed 6

After she came home she was pretty messed up. She cried a lot. She wandered the house till 3 in the morning. Her eyes were dark and blood shot.

Ruthie, are you ok? Do you want to talk about it?

Sam, it wasn’t just the horribleness of getting arrested or being viewed as a child abuser. On top of all of that I feel how scary and violent and unpredictable the world is. I went to the store and the only thing wrong was a diaper rash. I came home no more than an hour later and she is dying.

She is lying in a bed like a child’s toy, broken. Broken, bruised, and irrevocably changed.

The world is unfixable. Wretched and broken.

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