& isn’t this body the perfect setting / for a horror movie?
& isn’t it so full of blood?

— torrin a. greathouse, from “my gender is the-glowing-fluorescent-sign-on-a-motel-in-the-middle-of-fucking-nowhere-but-all-of-the-bulbs-are-blown-out-except-a-single-red-question-mark-flickering,” published in Vanilla Sex