Empire Of The Senseless

Her room is on the second floor. The farmhouse is pale yellow. The little girl is curled in a ball on a black floor. The floor is infested with fleas. The kitchen downstairs is infested without cockroaches. The little girl is not who I am, not yet; but her body is my home. I call this body Juniper. These baby bones call me Jade. The name gets stuck in the back of his throat. His voice breaks. There is another body in this room. This one is much older than he is. She is sadistic. Nihilism feeds her the words she implores. She intends to manipulate. She wants his cooperation. She needs to feed on his ability to play along with the staged robbery. He doesn’t have the strength to take from himself what he hasn’t chosen to give. He can only cry. He can only shake. He doesn’t know violence. His resistance is peace. Every word he utters is someone else’s story. This little boy knows nothing. He is everything to be known. When the beginning turned her head, he escaped; he saw the end. Jumping off the roof, he sacrifi