The Eyes Are the Best Part

by Monika Kim

There are some things that you can never truly escape. Not really. Maybe that’s why, even now, she’s stuck in the past, long after everyone else has moved on.

I’ve accepted that it’s beyond my control. Fate can bring you together, but it can just as easily tear you apart.

What is it like to live freely, to live a life untethered, without having to be responsible for everyone around you?

Kill him.

The only power he has is the power you are willing to give him, and you’ve given him nothing. Not a scrap.

Who is he if he can’t control you? Is he even a man anymore?

And when you take everything from him, you can say what these men say about us: He was asking for it. He was begging for it. He must have wanted it, since he didn’t fight back.

How do I explain to her that the home I miss isn’t a place? It’s a time when my life made sense. When things made sense.

when I’m with her, it feels something like home, too.

It must be nice to be so assured of your safety that you don’t have to worry about being alone at night or getting in the wrong car.

“I know that the plant is pretty, but poison is everywhere, even in the places where you least expect it.”

I already have a father. And that he, like George, is just a man.

There’s an energy thrumming in my veins. An anger. Fury. The desire to punish, to exact justice.