Red at the Bone

by Jacqueline Woodson

We so dark and lovely, got them feeling all black and blue.

He liked to think about that. That two people had loved each other and made him.

Does it sound crazy to say I looked at her and saw the world falling into some kind of order that I didn’t even know it was out of?

She felt red at the bone—like there was something inside of her undone and bleeding.