Glass (Crank 2)

but my own voice sticks in my

throat like a big wad of taffy.

At last I manage, “Hello, Brendan?”

I’ve Tried to Get Over

What happened that night.

Tried to blame the meth.

The booze. The situation.

I even tried to forgive him

because Hunter is an angel.

But I can’t forgive him.

Can’t forgive that he forced

himself on me, inside me.

If he’d only been patient,

I probably would have

said yes. Okay. Let’s.

But I was scared, and

he knew it, and my

being afraid pushed

some kind of on button.

And it seems to me

if that happened once,

it will likely happen

again. I should have

called the cops. Turned

him in, seen to it he’d

never get the chance

to flip that on button

again. And if it wasn’t

for the monster, I would

have. So who is really