Trauma is a pretty word for how to die every day of the year, but my voice is alive and right now it is the only justice system I trust to ensure men like you understand the law of gravity, understand you will always be held down by what you held down. There is no such thing as rising from someone else’s ashes. No man’s spirit escapes the hell he denies putting a child through, which is to say, I am the only one out of the two of us who survived you, and I survived you so beautifully.
