her mother flew at her. she knew
how to throw a punch. and some
kicks. the beating was the worst
one yet, or maybe it had always
been that way and virginia was
now just realizing it because she
was already hurt.
she was screaming at virginia, yelling at her
that she could've done something, crying that
she could've saved carolina, that virginia
had allowed her to die.
blow after blow, virginia had kept her eyes
shut, no tears. no screams.
nothing.
she was silent.
