Place Of Fear

Sometimes the eyes are blue, sometimes brown, sometimes green. But almost always the eyes are reddened and damp with tears.

Sometimes they are male, sometimes female, sometimes old and sometimes a child. But they've always been hurt.

Sometimes it's bruises, sometimes it's cuts, sometimes a broken bone, sometimes something much worse.

Sometimes I talk to them, my crewmate hovering outside the door, police in the house talking on the radio.

Sometimes I'm the one standing in the doorway, teeth...