The pale skin is splotched with large red fingerprints. In certain spots purple bruises and the deep red half-moons of fingernails are visible. I feel a strange mix of anger and sadness. This rebellious, unruly body, and this violent, despotic will to subdue it. How is it that one person can be, at once, within the same body, both incorrigible prisoner and sadistic prison warden? I’m so tired of this endless battle. I’m so tired.
